Oh the way you touch me
always feels like home.
The only home I've ever
wanted to know.
Every word you say
sounds like a line from a poem.
I'll memorize every stanza.
You're my Whitman. My Thoreau.

Every time I see you
the sunshine looks like rain.
Light is no longer light to me.
You shine for days.
When you walk away,
I know neither joy nor pain.
I'm not me without you.
I just slip away.

And you don't even care.
Talk to me like I'm not there.
Describing other guys
to whom I can't compare...

You are my song.
You set my heart humming.
To stop my hands from shaking,
I'd best start them strumming.
You are the ghost
that haunts me the most.
Yet every time I reach for you
you're nowhere close.

I hope knowing doesn't drive you away.
And I hope it's not unbecoming.
But all you have to do is snap your fingers
and I'll come running
home again.

...and I don't ever expect that day to come.
I can't figure it out. I can't tell anyone.
I don't think it's a race that can be won.
But if you snap your fingers I will (run).

I can't imagine the struggle ever being done.
I'm bottoming out. I'm going numb.
I can't even tell you where it's coming from.
But if you snap your fingers I will (run).

I should've figured this out while I was still young.
Now there's no one else I could ever become.
You are the alter, I will be Abraham's Son.
And if you snap your fingers, I WILL RUN.