Listen to the rain, like glass breaking slowly

My heart's breaking right on time

Listen to the water, like a thousand people kissing

Or one person walking away

Listen to the wind, like young lover's passion

Or old people passing away

In all these things I hear you

In all these ways you call to me

Calling me...poor boy

It's like I know where love is

But love never come to me

Calling me poor boy, poor boy

Listen to the words, speaking in melodies

From the soul, through the voice, to the pen

(to the paper,

through the eyes,

to the mind,

to the soul again)

In the shadow of a dancer

In the echo of a lie

In the patience of a teacher

And in the movement of an eye

In the telling of a story

In the pouring of two lovers

And in the softness of the moon

In all these ways I hear you

In all these things you call to me

Calling me...(just a) poor boy

Sometimes I feel like Salieri

I'm standing at the door

but no one ever asks me in

Calling me....

Salieri

Calling me...poor boy, poor boy

(to the paper,

through the eyes,

to the mind,

to the soul again)