When you can’t follow your heart
‘Cause it’ll just screw you over
When you can’t follow your head
‘Cause it will trap you in a box
What will be your guiding star?
This ache in my chest
Drives me straight to you
The caution in my mind
Tells me to wait for your move.
What are the rules to the game now?
How can I find out, when I don’t even know
What game we are playing?
My heart doesn’t want to take turns.
My mind says I should avoid
Taking any risks with my love.
My compromise is to kick the ball
Into your half of the court
And when I get tired of waiting
For you to return it to me
I give it an extra shove for good measure.
If my heart reigned there would be
No separation between us
No recognition of any halfway line.
So I guess it’s good there are two of us.
But still I wonder
What’s going on over there,
On the half of the field I can’t see?
I wish I could just walk over and ask
But my head keeps me
To my half of the green.
I wish I could ask what you think
About the way things are now.
I wish I could stop pretending.
I wish for just five minutes
We could live on a field without lines
And just be us
Even if we have to go back
To being players after.
But that’s not my play to make.
And so I will have to be content
With sitting here
Looking at that ball
And waiting for whenever you decide
To kick it back to me
If I can only resist
Taking it back
And throwing it over to you again
In hopes of an answer.