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 it's almost too much to take    And it's got right angle razor thin lines    That turn and swerve like perfect sines    As we dress to the nines in an    Attempt to leave it all behind    In a search of the moment between the seconds where    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    Hedged transcendence that makes us lairs    And tense when we look down and realize    That nothing really suspends us    But it was never just another Saturday night    Not with you in attendance    So throw your hands in the air    And wave them like you just don't care    It's on a whim; it's on a dare    To shrug away what we can't bear    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    And it's a deep blue see-through membrane that protects us    It connects us, a pulsing cellophane    Party-train skein that helps us and    Envelopes 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 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    And faces slide by in 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 screamâ€'all right    We'll try to fill the echoless night    So fasten up and hold tight    We can't give up without 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 we pass right through it 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 not 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