Syncopation
July 12, 2003 – Washington, D.C.

I’m unconnected
In my ambitious life
I live in broken moments without grace.
Now what I could embrace
Is your whole and Holy life, with God on Sundays
While you’re weaving a shawl a child’s size
Now I get ready to
Stop the syncopation, get in time
Get people to
Join the One Big Union, unify
And I’m lovin’ it
But I might miss your unity of form
Playing politics of course
Living seconds by the score.

I’m a staccato
And true to torrid form
I analyze the books to make the case
Now what I could embrace
Is your home and homely life
For respect
You’re keeping quiet
Smiling at your mother’s side
Now I get ready to
Stop the syncopation, get in line
I call you to
End the occupation of your mind
But I might miss your unity
For I’m discontinuity
Each second is separate in my eyes.

I don’t want to ruin a painting
I know my touch is a ticking clock
And still I reach.

You’re impossible to climb.
You’re impossible to climb.

Come connect the moments by my side
Stop the syncopation of my life.