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