Hit

I listened to your CD on the bus
On my way home
I'll tell you what I think when I can
Organize my thoughts into a poem

I saw you at our show
I didn't know you knew the words
I wish I looked into your mouth
When you started to sing the second verse

I wonder what you think about
When your head's up in space
I wonder if you'd ever want me
To show you my favorite hiding place