their lie with and against your lie - you 're an enigma you 're special a mystery no oath no credo no uniform can confine you you 're a thing ; you 're old you 're young you 're dying in the farmhouse with the grandkids shooed outside , you 're on a train to meet a girl you 've only written letters to before , you 're in a big unfamiliar city with two dollars in your pocket wondering which way to turn at the corner , you 're in a line you 're bunked in a mission you 're in a field you hear a laugh from the farmhouse you 're in the attic with your best friend and you discover something ; you 're in school you 're a single woman with her first real job in a new city and all the men are jerks , you 're black you 're irish you 're czech you 're german you 're hated , you 're left behind you 're ditched by your friends or you 've ditched them for anything new , you 're a refugee but you 've escaped , you 've moved from the known into the unknown with no clear guide though with the silver signals , and even if you 're nothing you 're a dancer , because unseen signals are motion in the darkness and in your mind , motion potency and potentiality , possible directions but not orders or sloganized hypnosis ; you spark and fade like signals in the vacuum tubes - part of you is airy angel , and you 're free .