INST ((guitars))
If I think I know you,
I feel you slipping far away
Like a wisp or the wind,
Ever changing, but always the same.
And you're smiling at me from a frame.
No, it doesn't make sense,
But I know you will someday.
A thousand people looking through you
They don't see themselves the way you do.
But your face says it all --
Never truthful -- but always so true.
And you're laughing at me on the plane,
For I never make sense
But I know what I'm full of.
INST MIDDLE
The respect you command is astounding,
Like a mystery that the world won't know.
You're a sphinx with long hair.
You've the secret but whisper it low.
And you're calling to us from the rain.
You're as timeless as art,
And you're equally modest.
INST (8 BARS)
Smile away, child.
You know that the world is alright.
FADE