Michael Kahn

Wounded In The Heart

You were the genie who knew too much

I met you when I was on the run

At first I used you as a crutch

To protect me from the things I’d done

 

I was running scared

I needed someone who cared

I wasn’t even prepared

 

I was stumbling in the dead of the night

I had two puzzles and only one clue

You were supposed to be holding the light

Now I’m wounded in the heart and that’s by you

 

For a couple months I was just the viewer

You threw a smokescreen but I saw light

Your reasons to hide were getting fewer

You made it clear I was in for a fight

 

I was counting on the tide

I was letting the cards fly

I got taken for a ride

 

Later I was sitting by the side of the road

Forgot my lines and you forgot the cue

The rain was falling on my head

I felt wounded in the heart and that’s by you

 

You told me how you lost your son

Exactly what that did to you

How your husband took off on the run

Left a Persian rug and a tube of glue

 

You were running uphill

Your best friend was a pill

You believed in something still

 

I wondered what care you might be needing

And why I had a pain in my left shoe

I looked down my chest was bleeding

I was wounded in the heart and that’s by you

 

Dreams don’t die easy

You always want them to come true

Seems like nothing you do could please me

It’s just gonna squeeze me

Tease me

Push me further away from you

 

I spent weeks just trying to get it

I saw it was broke but I needed a sign

You said relax and just don’t sweat it

What will be will be you know that line

 

You were thinking of leaving

You were pulling out pulling back pulling through

You were having a hard time believing

 

I took you on a trip to Mendocino

The waves were deep angry and blue

You said you’d rather be in the casino

I said: I’m wounded in the heart and that’s by you

 

Two years later I’m designing a circuit

Living in a red room in San Jose

Just seeing her smile makes it all worth it

She picked me up right out of the bay

 

She’s an angel that rarely flies

She is without a doubt a prize

In the same way that I’m dumb she is wise

 

She sees I’m here just half in spirit

She’s ready to wait till the rest comes through

The future is cloudy but she doesn’t fear it

She knows

I was wounded in the heart and that’s by you