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