We're Here to Listen

We've been talking all day

And we've bathed and ate supper

And now we pause for breath

And we acknowledge certain death

And the sighs and the possibility of living lustily

I'm standing with my microphone before you all

You're looking right at me

You could scoot yourself closer

And why, why, why did we come here?

Someone made posters

We called for directions

So, so we relax our muscles

And I sing the same air as you

These words are the air you breathe

You are looking right at me

And our bodies sit firmly

On a ground that's still churning

And there's a rumble so deafening

And there's a roar from above

The squealing of love

And there's a crashing in the branches

And there's bass drums that dance

And there's a hissing on the freeway

And a whistling crevice

The quiet hum of the moon

We'll hum like that soon

We're here to listen

We're here to listen

Ooh, we're here to listen