The Lesson of Space:

Touches can be cold
The gypsy lady told me
As the Moon was pouring down
Around her face

"Ocean Queen," said I
"My soul rests in your eye.
Would you like to move your stuff
Into my place?"

          And she said
          "Baby, you gotta listen to the lesson of space."

Gotta pick a bone
With a girl who wants to own me
And is looking for the proper
Time and space

Gotta clue her in
That the only way to win me
Is to try to keep a steady
Forward pace

          And she said
          "Baby, you gotta listen to the lesson of space.
          Love is not a race.
          Understand the lesson of space."

                    But at night, in that Art Show
                    It is different than it was
                    Before you were here by me

                    We get so lonely and I only
                    Want to run back into you
                    And have you run back to me

                    When all my dreams are of
                    What we can be
                    Then I don't see

What space can do for me

—Dana Laratta