She looked at me and did the bosa nova
I smiled at her and then just walked away
Then the lights came on and it was over
To my surprise, she wasn't a girl at all

So I packed it up and took to a rock show
Where you can feel the pulse getting stronger
And you can only hear the beat for so long
I asked if there was any way to stop it

No, he said, just smile and act as if
You worship the very ground on which they walk on
No way
A temporary absence of gesture

A hidden meaning known to everyone
A slight misconception of leizure
Don't see how that could hurt anyone I know but
Spirit, excellence, further down the road,

These are the tools you'll need further down the road
So lets pack it up and take it somewhere special
From a quintessential, existential nightmare
To a sanctuary waiting in the sun