Lose your keys under the house
Lose the button from your blouse
Lose the plastic diamond ring from the parade-
Lose the color in your lips
Lose the swingin' in your hips
But if you lose me in your grips
I must be saved-
Lose the harmonies we learned
Lose the taste of bread you earned
Lose the stash you always kept but never craved-
Lose your rhythm, lose your lines,
Lose your sense of passing time,
But if you lose me in your mind
I must be saved-
And if you find your conscience plagued
By some misplaced or righteous rage
Then lose yourself instead-
Till you remember to forget
Lose your passion and your hope
Lose the knotting in your rope
Lose your armor in the struggles that you brave-
Lose the children that you bore
Lose the battle, lose the war
But if you lose me in your core
I must be saved-
Lose your reverence for winners
Your patience with forgiveness
You don't have to be a master or a slave-
Lose your senses, lose your mind
Lose your faith in human kind,
But if you lose me down the line
I must be saved-
And if you find your conscience plagued
By some misplaced or righteous rage
Then lose yourself instead-
Till you remember to forget
Lose perfection for a start
Lose the dream you kept apart
Lose the chance to find another who'd behave
And then if you haven't yet
Lose your loser's last regret
For if you lose me in your net
I must be saved-
Lose the vows we never spoke
Lose the punch-line to the joke
Lose your innocence as if willingly you gave-
Lose the kettle and the pot
You can lose the best you've got
But if you lose me in your heart
I must be saved-