buzz
I’ve got a strong back and a weak mind.
I’ve got enough saved up to repay you in kind.
I can do most anything at any time.
I’ve walked straight and crooked to the end of the line.
I’ve eaten charlotte russe off a plate on my knee.
Know what it’s like to be denied entrée.
Said my prayers before eating my porridge.
Felt gravity from a falling orange.
Gone to a ball wearing a sash of royal purple.
Ran a winner’s lap wearing a wreath of myrtle.
I guess you could say I’ve done it all
Or at least enough to have felt the call
That started before I ever was
I just love that rushing, crashing buzz.
It gets into your head when things are just right.
It’s like the whole world has taken flight
With you hanging on for the ride of life
Busting out through the jaws of the night.
It’s beyond the reach of the fingers of greed.
Beyond the call of the form of a creed.
Its purpose? Well, it’s just because.
I just love that rushing, crashing buzz.
It’s not the wide shut eyes of Tom Cruise
Or a charlatan with a ruse
Or the church steeples in old Duluth
Or the wide open peepers of the truth
That can replace my version of the truth.
It’s the way she does what she does.
That gives that rushing, crashing buzz.
It’s the ten seconds to stay the course
Of the two directions at once of a brunking horse.
And the one hand in the air way up high
With the other holding on in a do or die.
And the whirlwind of the air and the dust
That gives that rushing, crashing buzz.
It’s finding the answer when there’s no words left
To the question that lies inside myself.
I ain’t saying I know what it means
Or it’s got the comfort of my old blue jeans
But for one second I feel every star that ever was
In a thumping, rushing, crashing buzz.
It knows no plans from the hand of man.
And where you stand is always virgin land.
Its purpose? Well, it’s just because.
I just love that rushing, crashing buzz.
Its masters have forgotten their slaves.
Its ancestors have stepped out of their caves.
Its purpose? Well, it’s just because.
I just love that rushing, crashing buzz.
It’s every ocean drawn into one raindrop
That waters an emotion and stops a drought.
Its purpose? Well, it’s just because.
I just love that rushing, crashing buzz.
It’s long ago and it’s what’s yet to be
Meeting in you and meeting in me
And forgetting all about what’s meant to be
As we meet in uncertainty.
And dance to a cadence that can only be felt
And look at an image that can only be heard
And taste a flavor that can only be seen
And know that none of it is a dream
And that where we stand is where we stood
The moment it first hit our neighborhood
And carried us out of the land of must
In a thumping, rushing, crashing buzz.