It hits straight, oh that part of your brain
Where sentimentality hides,
When you listen to Don McLean
Or perhaps to a John Denver hit
Because those two don’t just offer a song,
They give a poem a rhythm.
They sing emotions,
About Vincent or a certain American Pie,
Or Annie and West Virginia–
Creating a harmony of memories
Where the audience is the heart.
Your heart is a treasure buried in your chest
That you want to feel, you long to caress;
And you know that if you want to see it,
You should be willing to hurt it a bit
For something so precious as your heart
Needs a little pain to see if it will break apart.
Sailed through stormy waters
To be near her,
To be free.
He had eight muses,
That means battling
With imposing waves
Just to seek the right love.
So if you want
To find your lover,
You should let the rage
Take you to her.