I wish I had a head for math So I could talk to you And hear the song behind the sign And maybe dance there too. Lose my license, lose my breath And lose my precious cool. And fall asleep in the spiral arms of the Milky way with you. Blessed be, your work through me Blessed be, you will be done Found an ancient photograph It looks a lot like you. Wild eyes, and crazy hair reaching out to god knows who
I'll be your compa**, I'll be your graph, And your Rosetta [i.e., Stone] too. I spy, with my third eye, your hippie-dippy ingenue. I can learn, that's all I can do, And fall asleep in the spiral arms of the Milky Way with you. Blessed be, your work through me Blessed be, you will be done Blessed be, your work through me Blessed be, you will be done