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 compass
when you are lost"
and he had never heard before
such passionate 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"