Head For Math

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 compass, 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