So, you’ve got moves like Kelly sister.
Voices like Roxie.
Swaying like Billy.
You’ve watched Pulp Fiction, and this is not the time anymore.
You should channel your inner Linklater and gone off those train trip somewhere.
Somewhere far, somewhere bright, somewhere purple-ish and pastel-ish.
Oh, you’ve been there.
Higher than the stratosphere.
Further than the glacier.
You’ve got the gear and you’ve got the lightning.
You speak in unison to the whole universe.
You’re witty and I’ve got your messages.
You’re not trying to be plastic.
And I know you’ll be the one, shimmering with light and laser. Smoke and fire.
Hang in there, little lover.
Stay in there, lover dove.
I know you’ll get in trouble one day.
But you’ve got moves like Kelly sister.
And you’ll be conquering the ground.
With those tables and numbers. Reports and papers.
But, you’ve been there.
Higher than the stratosphere.
Further than the glacier.
You will be alright.