Take a look at the stars for a moment If you have a moment to spare I know life is short and it's so hard to squeeze in A moment somewhere You might be the one at the window Or the soul in the desert wide-eyed Believe me you're not all alone Or the first to be beautifully mystified.
Lend an ear to the sound of the ocean If you want to hear more than the sea Stay, there's nothing to fear At the door to eternity Draw back the curtains forever Take a ride on a hand full of dust If you still think the good books the answer Go back to bed with that book if you must
But please let me find my own way, My own way to sleep I'm helpless, I'm helpless, so helpless Sometimes that I weep Please let me find my own way, My own way to cry I know we're the dust in the storm But I think I'll get by.
I can still see the new rose aglow And the dandelion ball in the grass Tonight it might leave on the wind But I've got no problem with that Tomorrow we'll find a survivor And blow the clock, one o'clock, two o'clock, three, I pray that my children remember The hours we spent smiling carefree.
I know that I'm preaching and not really Practicing that which I preach But I'm weary of certainties knowing Tomorrow's not easy to reach I saw the great fire in the distance Saw the great lie in the dust If you still think the good book's the answer Go back to bed with that book if you must.
Compositor: Michael John Hanly (Mick Hanly) ECAD: Obra #7687025