Organ In Your Chest

If she says "I'm your girl", then what can that mean?

And you dance with her like it's been all your life.

He says "It happens, when you least expect it"

In a world of hasty words can they be right?Now I can't ask the clock to tell the hour

And precedents and case files don't apply

When eyes and ears and tongue mistrust their power

The organ in your chest perceives the lightThe money in your pocket buys you airfare

The spaces in your schedule buy you time

But experience has prompted hesitation

So lucky for you instinct overridesThe markings on your palm reveal an outline

And every star required has aligned

And though you never bought much into omens

The organ in your chest will steer you right