Henry Ford Gymnasium

I stood just outside the lines of the Henry Ford gymnasium volleyball court heard a distant thrum of marching bass drum and bits of sun shot through the open transom I watched you play the game I watched you make the save Now I know just how it feels, now I know just how it feels To hold you, to know, to be with you Now I know just how it feels, now I know just how it feels When you let me know, let me know, let me know I can’t make it without you I tried to teach you that Benga Blast beat But it’s really hard not to play on the one and the three And you tried to show me the difference Between opal and malachite and simple ocean green You watched me play the show You haunted the very back row Now I know just how it feels, now I know just how it feels To hold you, to know, to be with you Now I know just how it feels, now I know just how it feels When you let me know, let me know, let me know I can’t make it without you --- Henry Ford Gymnasium - John Vanderslice