There's a kind of music that reminds me of you

It's all clear, expensive drinks and shiny shirts

And the click of heels as they descend from the taxi

Like the first foot on the moon, oh, and it glows with ache

And if it hits me right, oh, it's almost too much to take

And it's got right angle laser, razor thin lines

That curve and swerve like perfect sines

As we dress to the nines in an attempt to leave it all behind

In search of the moment between the seconds when everything is just fine

That silver thread imbedded deep within our spines

And I used to be kind of weird about this

A fear of dependence on a guilty, gilt-edged hedge

Transcendence that makes us liars and tense

For fear of looking down and seeing that nothing really suspends us

But it was never just another Saturday night

Not with you in attendance

So put your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care

Well, it's on a whim, well, it's on a dare

To shrug away what we can't bear

We're going back and forth

And back and forth and back and forth and back

We're going back and forth

And back and forth and back and forth and back

So it's deep blue, see-through membrane

That protects us and connects us, a pulsing cellophane

Party train skein that helps us, envelops and keeps us locked inside

Forever and ever along for the ride

And we're moving through a phosphorescent gel

A semi-solid, self-lit ocean and it's a funny notion, isn't it?

Yeah, but I'm kinda digging it and it's rigged, and it isn't nearly so big

And it speaks only of its own perpetual near miss

Like the uncertain memory of a stranger's mistaken kiss

As faces slide by in the glowing shadows like snowbound ghosts

That go up and down in epileptic shivers

And negative, radioactive slivers in a landscape of endless dull glitter

And a taste in my mouth so sweet, yet so bitter

And we exhaust ourselves trying to get there

Somebody scream

All right

We'll try to fill the echoless night

So fasten up

And hold tight

We can't give up with out a fight

And we're going back and forth

And back and forth and back and forth and back

We're going back and forth

And back and forth and back and forth and back

So in the end, whatever, we die, we dissolve

Equations unbalanced, riddles unsolved

And we were never connected or involved except for the

Intersections and crazy mathematics with no time and no space

And no schedule and no place

And they pass right through us without a trace

And sometimes that music drifts through my car

On a spring night when anything is possible

And I close my eyes and I nod my head

And I wonder how you been and I count to a hundred and ten

Because you'll always be my hero, even if I never see you again