Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue thought I heard you talking sofly. I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio still I can't escape the ghost of you. What has happened to it all? Crazy, some would say. Where is the life that I recognize?
RIT: But I won't cry for yesterday there's an ordinary world somehow I have to find. And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world, I will learn to survive.
Passion or coincidence once prompted you to say "Pride will tear us both apart". Well now pride's gone out the window cross the roof tops run away left me in the vacuum of my heart. What is happening to me? Crazy, some would say. Where is my friend when I need you most? RIT:..... Papers in the roadside tell of suffering and greed here today, forgot tomorrow. Ooh, here besides the news of holy war and holy need ours is just a little sorrowed talk. But I won't cry for yesterday there's an ordinary world somehow I have to find. And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world, I will learn to survive. (Every world is my world) I will learn to survive. (Any world is my world)