Morning prayers took the girl unawares
She was late for class and she knew it
The broadcaster had a voice that was soothing
She couldnt tell if it was a man or woman
A patch of sun fell onto her neck
She put her head on her arms on her desk
The lesson today was Acts of Apostles
The crazy hippies, theyre running scared
She shut her eyes and imagined the desert
No cars, no mobiles, just sun and bread
What would she look like standing by the well?
More like a women and less like a girl
Oh, if I could make sense of it all!
I wish that I could sing
Id stay in a melody
I would float along in my everlasting song
What would I do to believe?
Later on she plays Morning Has Broken
She knows shes bad
She is slowing everbody down
The choirmaster, usually a bastard, knows her mothers sick
Hell be nice to her
She thinks that she shouldnt be there at all
Her worries make everything else seem trivial
Oh, if I could make sense of it all!
I wish that I could sing
Id stay in a melody
I would float along in my everlasting song
What would I do to believe?