Certainly someone can remember
No one’s still dreaming of that secret version of America?
You and I were down with that magical invisible land
Oh, the codes and ciphers of our oh-so-clever Illuminati
Until now, I didn’t think I’d be the one to do it.
Still, here I am.
All of my hopes resting here
You, the fan club, ready to be my tired effort’s deux ex machina
One small effort
“Zounds!,” you exclaim, “Eureka, I says!”
The game becomes clear, and you do it.
Once I hear the word, it will ebb
Or flow, from my arm
Reaching through fingers here
Coming through like the words can
Once I hear the word, that’s it.
My game will start, and you’ll be with us