Hands that do Dishes

.
My hand's gone old school
swimming with the dishes
my minds gone too
away
far away distant

You'll not find me today
or any other
though I know you're there
felt what I expected

Washing whilst wishing
quite the captive audience
though my thoughts do dwell
short enough to hide away secrets
that you'll never find there

So I'll do dishes
You'll pounce without finesse
and sounds I'll  create for the moment

But my mind
Wonderful as you sometimes say it is
Isn't with you
and never will be.