Well I kept thinking about what the weatherman said And if the voices of the living can be heard by the dead Well the day's going to come when we find out In some kind of way I take a little comfort from that Now and then...
Maybe it was you and maybe it was me There was a chord in you that I could not find to strike You lying there with all the light in your hair Like a Jesus of the moon A Jesus of the planet and the stars...
