Maybe it was the Hall and Oates...and how you held them up in HMV like you struck gold.
Maybe you're the dietary requirement I've been lacking as of late.
Maybe I didn't realize how important digestion was until we talked.
Until you ran through me and helped me process the toxins living inside.
Then again, it could've been your private eyes, watching me...
They really do see my every move, and yet... you never say a word.
Just that grin, and a nod, and I know you know, that I'm so close, yet so far away.
And still you make me feel like none of that matters and that it's ok.
And who knew that their greatest hits was what I needed. ..
Thank you. .. Maybe you'll never know, and maybe I'll never be able to say it properly....
Maybe I'm out of touch... but hopefully not out of time, to tell you...
that you and your Hall and Oates.... saved me today.
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