Your Antique Organ

Inside the programmed tones of your antique organ

Where I barely made a sound

I heard you shine for the first time

You made the settings push and pull

You created the future and the fool

While I played into every guideline

Seems our vital signs realign at the same time every year

You know I see myself in his disposition

And the way he moves

And the way he ties his shoes

In a comparison by correlation

A curt and cunning ruse

So predictable it must be true

Seems our vital signs realign at the same time every year

But I worry for you

Every evening I seem concerned

And we'd always say

That we both would be okay if left alone

I worry for you

And all to often I'll return

And we'd always say that we both would be okay alone

When our vital signs realign

Vital signs realign

Inside the programmed tones of your antique organ

Where I never made a sound

I heard you shine for the first time