I wasn’t waiting for copper
To derust and shine
But to show off the green of the beauty unseen in the cellar of a lost open mind

I wasn’t looking for someone
To put his hand in mine
But to write all the words from his favorite verse in the cellar of my lost open mind

And I was calling to you
And you were calling out somebody new
But from the back of the bleachers, hidden behind the teachers
I was locked inside my lost open mind

If you’d lift up those soft tender hands
Strike up the Sophomore Marching band
Play the crunch of the fallen popcorn bag
I’ll watch for the glow stick choker down by the shaved ice stand

And as the crowd starts to clear out
I’ll wait with the stars
Just a second, a minute, five more, that will be it
When I stop wondering where you are

As I walk out the front gates
I’ll drag my feet through the curb
I’ll count the lonely brigade of the glow sticks that fade
Under the sawdust and sugary dirt

I’ll believe when I get home
That you were waiting out there all alone
Somewhere lost in the circus behind the old native merchants
Hoping you’ll be their lost open mind

I’ll return on a Friday
Take the Ferris wheel all the way
At the top I’ll inquire like a bird on a wire
For the map of my lost open mind

I’m still driving home on these roads all alone
And I’m running out of time