Slowly. Sweetly. Sung.

-for my girl in Ipanema

I’ll be the eye that no one sees

I’ll be the ear that no one hears

I’ll be in your breath

Shot from a secret lung

And live in your mind pushing memory

Slowly. Sweetly. Sung.

I’ll be the air

That only you breathe

I’ll be that bird

That lives in your tree

I’ll show you a place

Where drops of mercy fall

And bathe your face in memory

Slowly. Sweetly. Sung

Speed the sound

We’re rolling down the road

Feel the ground

Shifting its load

Shifting its load

Again

I’ll be the hand

That holds your head high

I’ll be the brook

That never runs dry

I’ll bring you the stars

So that you might sleep

A thousand nights full of memory

Slowly. Sweetly. Sung.

I’ll be the chest

For you to beat

I’ll be the earth

Under your feet

I won’t stand in your way

See me step aside

And watch the smoke of memory

Slowly. Sweetly. Sung.