She looked at me and did the bosa nova
I smiled at her and then just walked away
Then the lights came on and it was over
To my surprise, she wasn't a girl at all
So I packed it up and took to a rock show
Where you can feel the pulse getting stronger
And you can only hear the beat for so long
I asked if there was any way to stop it
No, he said, just smile and act as if
You worship the very ground on which they walk on
No way
A temporary absence of gesture
A hidden meaning known to everyone
A slight misconception of leisure
Don't see how that could hurt anyone...I know...but
Spirit, excellence, further down the road
These are the tools you'll need further down the road
So let's pack it up and take it somewhere special
From a quintessential, existential nightmare
To a sanctuary waiting in the sun