It was kind of a blues,
with eyes the color of the rain.
It was slow until it wasn’t.
It was hard until
it stopped for breath.
It was real, it was as
real as fantasy gets.

It was living and
it was dying and
then it came back
to life like a swing
on a childhood tree.
It was young and
it was old and
it was beautiful and
it was almost free.
It was the rhythm,
it was the melody.
Your song sang me.

I’m lost in the moment, since
your verse made me take my time.
You taught me the chorus,
and I got hooked,
that was no surprise.
I can’t get it out of my head.
Your words livin’ large in my head.

Your song sang me.
Your song sang me.
Make me feel,
make me move,
Make me groovy.

Your song sang me.
Your song sang me.
Make me believe in believing.
Make me happy.

It was a fusion of sorts,
it was cheerful in a minor key.
It left room for interpretation,
but, left no doubt
about what it meant to me.
It was running, and
it was waiting, and
it was playing on every station,
on every radio, in my dreams.
It was young, and
it was old, and it was beautiful
and it was almost free.
It was the rhythm,
it was the melody.
Your song sang me.

I’m lost in the moment,
since your verse made me look inside.
You taught me the chorus,
and I got hooked,
that was no surprise.
I can’t get it out of my head.
Your lyrics livin’ large in my head.

Your song sang me.
Your song sang me.
Make me feel, make me move,
Make me groovy.

Your song sang me.
Your song sang me.
Make me believe in believing.
Make me happy.

It was kind of a blues with eyes
the color of the rain.
It was slow until it wasn’t.
It was hard until
it stopped for breath.
It was real, it was as
real as fantasy gets.


Your song sang me.
Your song sang me.