Caught

I have no business knowing about record players

They were out of vogue before I was playing Truth or Dare

But you know that spot, where the record's worn a groove

And the needle gets caught, like it's inking a tattoo?

Well, so it is with your voice

You're every answer, every clue, and I haven't got a choice

And the very hope of you drifts over my bed at night

Like a just-out-of-reach kite...

And then I'm caught, you're tangled in my hair

And in my every thought and it isn't fair

'Cause you've no business being there

I have no business knowing about slide projectors

But I was blessed with an old fashioned art professor

Though I can't recall much of what he taught

I remember all the slides where it got caught

And so it is with your face

Down streets and avenues I see you every place

And the very hope of you drifts over my bed at night

Like a just-out-of-reach kite...

And then I'm caught, you're tangled in my hair

And in my every thought and it isn't fair

'Cause you've no business being there

I have no business knowing the Latin beat

Wasn't born in Rio or with roses in my teeth

But the rhythm gets caught and dances 'round my brain

Like the endless drops of Seattle rain

So it is with you, dear

There is nothing I can do; you are near me even when you aren't near

And the very hope of you drifts over my bed at night

Like a just-out-of-reach kite...

And then I'm caught, you're tangled in my hair

And in my every thought and it isn't fair

'Cause you've no business being there