My life is like a koan It's designed to make me break And the message says to let go is the only way To open the door I listen for you in the bells I look for you atop the plate from which I eat I reach out for you in my bed at dawn And see you driving every car on every street As I walk by As I am still to young to drive How can I miss love if I've left it? In the bathrooms and the classrooms of the North And how can I trust love, must I test it? Trial by fire steers the ship from off its course Where have I found myself? I missed my turn Where have I found myself? I missed my turn I love the songs he plays me Yet they do not capture my attention like the bells I rush home with the message on my palm But the sweat makes it impossible to tell What it read And I forget