What You Can't Look Up

I wanna know what you can’t look up
I wanna go where you can’t show me on a map
I wanna see something you can’t replay me
I wanna be what you can’t prove you are on a screen
I wanna hear a story you can’t share in a series of characters
I wanna hear secrets a microphone can’t pick up

To the mountain’s peak, to the river’s edge
To the open sky, to the roads ahead
To the fields beyond my sight, to the city lights
Far away from home, and I wanna know

From an old song from a mother’s voice
From a fading dream from a different choice
From the schoolyard to the desert dust
And I wanna know
I wanna know what you can’t look up

I wanna fall into the category no one can name
I wanna taste what they can’t make in a lab
I wanna smell what they can’t sell you in some store
I wanna touch where they can’t tell you how you look
I wanna hear music you can’t listen to twice
I wanna hear music you can’t listen to twice

(I wanna hear music that sounds like the eye of an ocean storm)
To the river’s edge, to the open sky, to the roads ahead
From an ancient sound to the city lights
Far away from home, and I wanna know

From an old song from a past life
From a fading dream in the broken heart in my father’s voice
From a bloodline to the stars at night
The current comes, and I have no choice

I don’t have a picture, I don’t have a name
I don’t have directions, I don’t have a face
I don’t have the steps, I don’t have a guide
I don’t have an appointment, and I don’t have a sense of time

I don’t have the coordinates, I don’t have the password
I don’t have the codes, I don’t have a number
I don’t have a single word
But I’ll know it when I see it

I’ll know it when I feel it
I’ll know you when I see you
And I wanna know