It's a rhythm
if anything
that calls your skin long distance
takes you dancing
into that strange world of love
called music
Garcia wore many hats at the party
his soul played all night
we weaved home that much better for it
today I hear he's moved on
i kick off my shoes
my blood becomes a dance floor
the magic, don't you know , never really runs out
on you
it just talks you home in the late night
incoming
you become a noun
full of promise and love
as the music makes you human
despite all odds
Garcia
is the music
8/9/95
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