What You Can't Look Up

I wanna know what you can’t look up

I wanna go where you can’t show me on a map

I wanna see something you can’t replay me

I wanna be what you can’t prove you are on a screen

I wanna hear a story you can’t share in a series of characters

I wanna hear secrets a microphone can’t pick up

To the mountain’s peak, to the river’s edge

To the open sky, to the roads ahead

To the fields beyond my sight, to the city lights

Far away from home, and I wanna know

From an old song from a mother’s voice

From a fading dream from a different choice

From the schoolyard to the desert dust

And I wanna know

I wanna know what you can’t look up

I wanna fall into the category no one can name

I wanna taste what they can’t make in a lab

I wanna smell what they can’t sell you in some store

I wanna touch where they can’t tell you how you look

I wanna hear music you can’t listen to twice

I wanna hear music you can’t listen to twice

(I wanna hear music that sounds like the eye of an ocean storm)

To the river’s edge, to the open sky, to the roads ahead

From an ancient sound to the city lights

Far away from home, and I wanna know

From an old song from a past life

From a fading dream in the broken heart in my father’s voice

From a bloodline to the stars at night

The current comes, and I have no choice

I don’t have a picture, I don’t have a name

I don’t have directions, I don’t have a face

I don’t have the steps, I don’t have a guide

I don’t have an appointment, and I don’t have a sense of time

I don’t have the coordinates, I don’t have the password

I don’t have the codes, I don’t have a number

I don’t have a single word

But I’ll know it when I see it

I’ll know it when I feel it

I’ll know you when I see you

And I wanna know