Back And Forth

There's a kind of music

That reminds me of you

It's all clear expensive drinks

And shiny shirts

And the click of heels

As they descend from the taxi

Like the first foot on the Moon

Oh, and it glows with ache

And if it hits me right

Oh, it's almost too much to take

And it's got right angle razor thin lines

That turn and swerve

Like perfect sines

As we dress to the nines

In an attempt to leave it all behind

In a search of the moment

Between the seconds

Where everything is just fine

That silver thread imbedded

Deep within our spines

And I used to be

Kind of weird about this

A fear of dependence

On a guilty gilt-edged

Hedged transcendence

That makes us lairs and tense

When we look down and realize

That nothing really suspends us

But it was never just another Saturday night

Not with you in attendance

So push your hands in the air

And wave them like you just don't care

It's on a whim; it's on a dare

To shrug away what we can't bear

We're going back and forth

And back and forth

And back and forth and back

We're going back and forth

And back and forth

And back and forth and back

So it's a deep blue see-through membrane

That protects us, it connects us

A pulsing cellophane party-train skein

That helps us and envelopes

And keeps us locked inside

Forever and ever along for the ride

And we're moving through

A phosphorescent gel

A semi-solid self-lit ocean

And it's a funny notion, isn't it?

Yeah, but I'm kinda digging it

And it's rigged and isn't nearly so big

And it speaks only of it's own

Perpetual near miss

Like the uncertain memory

Of a stranger's mistaken kiss

As faces slide by in glowing shadows

Like snowbound ghosts

That go up and down

In epileptic shivers

And negative radioactive slivers

In a landscape of endless dull glitter

And a taste in my mouth so sweet

Yet so bitter

And we exhaust ourselves trying to get there

Somebody scream-all right

We'll try to fill the echoless night

So fasten up and hold tight

We can't give up without a fight

We're going back and forth

And back and forth

And back and forth and back

We're going back and forth

And back and forth

And back and forth and back

So in the end, whatever

We die, we dissolve

Equations unbalanced

Riddles unsolved

And we were never

Connected or involved

Except for the intersections

And crazy mathematics

With no time, and no space

And no schedule, and no place

And we pass right through it

Without a trace

And sometimes that music

Drifts through my car

On a spring night when anything is possible

And I close my eyes and I'm not in my head

And I wonder how you've been

And I count to a hundred and ten

Because you'll always be my hero

Even if I never see you again