He was racing his way home
Running every light
Trying to get pulled over
Maybe use his fight or flight

And there was not so much a silence
As there was a dissonance
No one talked about the things
That weren't relevant

She said:
"if you want me
I'll be waiting
On the fourth ave stop!
You can take the heart from your chest
To use as a compass
When you are lost"
And he had never heard before
Such passionate discourse
But no one talked about those things
For better,
Or for worse

She said:
"I have been your lover, dear
I have been your mother, dear
I have been the eye of your storm
When there was no break in sight
And I have been your troubadour
Singing your praises from shore to shore
If your circus heart wants more...
Good luck, and goodbye"

And guess what
He made it home on time