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