Change Their Mind
I don't know what love is,
Well, that's what they said.
As they went and spouted that nonsense
To their flavor of the week.
I don't know what love is?
I wonder...
What is it that I feel,
Playing French horn,
Mastering that solo for the first time?
What about when I play my ukulele,
And I hit every note right,
And I sing with good tone,
What is that?
Am I imagining the strength,
The power of what I experience,
When I walk through the doors of my church?
When I see my better half,
Waiting for me at the door,
Lending me his coat--
even though it's too small--
Am I stupid for feeling warmth in my bones?
I don't know what love is...
That's what they tell me,
But I wonder...
What kind of love do they know,
That somehow is beyond me?
Do they know what love is?
Maybe--one day--they'll find someone to teach them.
Someone to change their mind.