it's only because you glanced that cymbal
that my heart keeps beating soundly
with jammed wires and broken speakers
i'm surprised you can hear me at all
we don't turn round in your convertible
the cd player blasts inspiration to
homeless people lying on benches
but we don't look back into the sun
harsh riffs and small microphones make
teenagers cry out to the world
but all you did was play me perfectly
you never lost any rhythm with me
the artist of my late night headphones
was my late morning wake up tune
and as i stare into your rock and roll eyes
i know that heaven will have a stage
and a drum kit, and an acoustic guitar
and space for you to put your arms around me
