I wish I had a head for math
So I could talk to you
And hear the song behind the sign
And maybe dance there too
Lose my license, lose my breath
And lose my precious cool
And fall asleep in the spiral arms of the Milky way with you

Blessed be, your work through me
Blessed be, you will be done

Found an ancient photograph
It looks a lot like you
Wild eyes, and crazy hair reaching out to god knows who
I'll be your compass, I'll be your graph,
Aand your Rosetta [ie, Stone] too
I spy, with my third eye, your hippie-dippy ingenue
I can learn, that's all I can do,
And fall asleep in the spiral arms of the Milky Way with you

Blessed be, your work through me
Blessed be, you will be done

Blessed be, your work through me
Blessed be, you will be done