And as I rode the subway
And moved through the crowds in a daze
I smiled at the people
Smiled with my secret
I've got a little secret
I'm going to see him
Someone famous
Someone important
A legend
A genius
A genius invited me to speak with him
This man whose words I've read
Whose songs are stuck inside my head
This man who made me cry late at night
Alone in my room
He told me secrets
Secrets only I could understand
The voice of Russia
The voice of life
If life could speak then life would speak in his voice
In his voice
And he's asked me to his home
And I don't know what to talk about
What questions he's sick of
What topics he's bored of
What does a genius talk about?
Is he so brilliant
That every minute of his day is sublime
That he eats a piece of cheese on toast
Sublimely
And makes coffee
Answers emails
Washes dishes
Does his laundry
Sublimely