I stepped out of the St. James Hotel, I'd left you behind curled up like a child

A change is gonna come, and as the door whispered shut

I walked on down the high-windowed hall

You lay sleeping on the unmade bed, the weatherman on the television

In the St. James Hotel said that the rains are gonna come

And I stepped out on the street all sparkling clean with the early morning dew

Maybe it was you or maybe it was me?

You came on like a punch in the heart

You lying there with the light on your hair like a Jesus on the moon

A Jesus of the planets and the stars

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 is gonna come when we find out

And in some kinda way I take a little comfort from that (now and then)

Cause people often talk about being scared of change

But for me I'm more afraid of things staying the same

Cause the game is never won by standing in any one place for too long

Maybe it was you or maybe it was me?

But there was a chord in you 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 planets and the stars

I see the many girls walking down the empty streets

And maybe once or twice one of them smiles at me

You can't blame anyone for saying hello

I say hey, I say hello, I say hello

Will it be me or will it be you?

One must stay and one depart

You lying there in a St. James Hotel bed

Like a Jesus of the moon

A Jesus of the planets and the stars

I say hello, hello, hello