Henry Ford Gymnasium

I stood just outside the lines
Of the Henry Ford Gymnasium volley ball court
Heard the distant thrum of a marching bass drum
And bits of sun shot through the open transom

I watched you play the game
I watched you make the same

Now I know just how it feels
Now I know just how it feels
To hold you to know you to be with you

Now I know just how it feels
Now I know just how it feels
When you let me know let me know let me know

I can’t make it without you

I tried to teach you that Benga Blast beat
But it’s really hard to not play on the one and the three
You tried to show me the difference
Between opal and malachite and ocean breeze

You watched me play the show
You haunted the very back row

Now I know just how it feels
Now I know just how it feels
To hold you to know you to be with you

Now I know just how it feels
Now I know just how it feels
When you let me know let me know let me know

I can’t make it without you