In crowded bars, at subway cars      Whenever you are next to me,   center of gravity,   can't feel both feet on the ground      Walking home after dark, past the softball park      It's clear to me, according to a rule I learned one day in school   Basic geometry: two halves of a circle, you and me      It's a familial song we've known so long      Your clever cuts into me   as long as you're next to me   I can't feel both feet on the ground