Henry Ford Gymnasium

I stood just outside the lines
of the Henry Ford gymnasium volleyball court
heard a distant thrum of marching bass drum
and bits of sun shot through the open transom

I watched you play the game
I watched you make the save
Now I know just how it feels, now I know just how it feels
To hold you, to know, 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 not to play on the one and the three
And you tried to show me the difference
Between opal and malachite and simple ocean green

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, 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