How can I see the light?
Please tell me how to escape
’cause every way that I take
seems the same to me
Here is where I
finally stand
Who am I?
Is what I’ ll say
Life is made up of
holes and slants
memories and places you’ve been
Close your eyes and then you will see
men’s lives melt and blend with all the rest
Beauty seems to cover everything
there’s much more that you can comprehend
but a sound takes him away
his bus has arrived
the magic’s gone
like puddles in the sun