somewhere the wind is whispering into somebody's ear

somewhere someone is hearing just what they want to hear

somewhere somebody's savior has finally appeared

the kind that makes great poetry and abbreviates careers



love all, trust a few



jehoshaphat the genius said to bosco the kid

come and get it, youth is served, you're gonna love it kid

don't get it on your clothes, don't put it up your nose

pass the madness 'neath the door, pass the madness 'neath the door



love all, trust a few



given time I can find a reason to love anyone

a reason to love anyone



somewhere a man is washing his clothing in a fountain

somewhere a man is throwing pennies not bothering to count them

somewhere a man's reflection reveals nothing about him

somewhere a man's forgetting all of this was once a mountain



love all, trust a few