Press Play Fever

I asked for a tune from a tangle of talk,

You handed me words for a very long walk.

I said, "Can it sing?" You said,

"Let me see." There's a key in a drawer; leave the drawer

with me. Three little roads and a friend down the line: Your

wild idea, our story,

or mine.

Let me press play,

let me choose, Make the little button do what buttons do.

Ask me, then wait;

when I say go,

Turn all this back-and-forth into a show.

We packed all the pieces in one little case,

So a friend could unpack them

in some other place.

The first song went out with a light left on,

A chair and a coffee for someone unknown.

We gave the big wave a smaller coat,

You choose the picture that goes with the notes.

"It's ready," you said.

"Then where do I click?" An answer in writing won't quite do

the trick.

Don't close the curtain

while I'm at the door.

Keep the lights up; that's what waiting is for.

Let me press play,

let me choose, Make the little button do what buttons do.

Keep it with me

or let the whole world know,

Ask me, then wait; now I'm saying go.

Three little roads, one chorus to sing.

Sometimes the button is the whole damn thing.

(the whole damn thing)