He was racing his way home Running every light Trying to get pulled over Maybe use his fight or flight And there was not so much a silence As there was a dissonance No one talked about the things That weren't relevant She said: "if you want me I'll be waiting On the fourth ave stop! You can take the heart from your chest To use as a compa** When you are lost" And he had never heard before Such pa**ionate discourse But no one talked about those things For better Or for worse She said: "I have been your lover, dear I have been your mother, dear I have been the eye of your storm When there was no break in sight And I have been your troubadour Singing your praises from shore to shore If your circus heart wants more... Good luck, and goodbye" And guess what Guess What Guess What Guess What He made it home on time