I didn’t know what music was, not yet,
Not until I heard how the two of them met
In a large lagoon under the moon
And the poems in their books got wet.
There’s been many sleepless nights because of things I didn’t get,
Sleepless nights, because of things I didn’t understand, or couldn’t understand yet.
But I remember when highbrow made lowbrow her pet.
It was the strings in You Don’t Own Me which drowned her voice
And then I no longer knew. I no longer had a choice.
It might have been one chord
When I found the Lord.