Keyboards, Boxes, and Magneto

Yup, type tap tap tap click

Froooohm, it's a keyboard car

And it scares away all the mice.

Speakers of the house, at ease,

Your covers aren't blown

And you're playing Tim Capello,

Still Believe,

And a song by the Go-Go's

That I'd been trying to remember for years.

Head Over Heels.

My mom used to play that song from that cassette tape

And we'd blast it from our car,

and,

unless my memory fails me,

That car was run on a QWERTY engine, I'm pretty sure --

It had some six-letter combo, anyway --

And either the radio or the speedometer was kept consistently in the 80's

And that's fast enough and long enough ago for me.

And the sun always shines

Differently in my childhood memories --

And even when I was a kid my present felt nostalgic

And I remember my favorite present ever

It was a tall Magneto-toy that projected X-Men images on the

Wall when I turned out all the lights.

I remember having misplaced it

I spent years searching for it amidst toy boxes,

Garage boxes,

Basement boxes,

Once-searched boxes,

Twice-searched boxes,

I found mouse-droppings in the wooden, blue toy box,

I knew Magneto was somewhere

But I guess I gave up on it when I forgot about it and

Got my hopes up again when I remembered how cool Magneto was,

But I guess I don't look for him now because all I can do now

Is type-uh-type-uh-backspace-type

And continue to listen to Tim Capello

and

The Go-Go's

And figure it's just good driving music,

And I really wish my favorite villain weren't so utterly lost.