No One Can Say
A schoolgirl hears the flute
A melody made from freedom's longings calls to her
Her friends play with rouge and hair dye
But she has dyed her heart in the color of love
A college student, Friday night, playing beer pong
Suddenly he catches a glimpse of the Friend
Now his drinking buddies are forgotten
His class books left unopened
No one can say why the Friend comes to one, passes another by
A glimpse, a touch, a word and one seems mad to the world
No one can fathom the strange invitation, propriety left behind
A father drives to work
At a stop light he watches a passing flock of geese
As his head tilts back the whole ocean of wonderment
Falls into the little drop of his being
One day a mother simply walks away
From the prison called family and enters the mountains
Having glimpsed the true meaning of life
She understood the real meaning of love
No one can say why the Friend comes to one, passes another by
A glimpse, a touch, a word and one seems mad to the world
No one can fathom the strange invitation, propriety left behind
Sometimes you walk by a girl on the sidewalk
And suddenly your burdens are lifted
Her smile itself the adornment of freedom
That girl, the student, the father, the mother
It seems they have lives, they do things
But the truth is they have become nothing more
Than words in the song of the Friend
No one can say why the Friend comes to one, passes by another
No one can fathom the strange invitation
Whoever hears his song seems mad to the world
Whoever hears his song knows the world is a madness
A melody made from freedom's longings calls to her
Her friends play with rouge and hair dye
But she has dyed her heart in the color of love
A college student, Friday night, playing beer pong
Suddenly he catches a glimpse of the Friend
Now his drinking buddies are forgotten
His class books left unopened
No one can say why the Friend comes to one, passes another by
A glimpse, a touch, a word and one seems mad to the world
No one can fathom the strange invitation, propriety left behind
A father drives to work
At a stop light he watches a passing flock of geese
As his head tilts back the whole ocean of wonderment
Falls into the little drop of his being
One day a mother simply walks away
From the prison called family and enters the mountains
Having glimpsed the true meaning of life
She understood the real meaning of love
No one can say why the Friend comes to one, passes another by
A glimpse, a touch, a word and one seems mad to the world
No one can fathom the strange invitation, propriety left behind
Sometimes you walk by a girl on the sidewalk
And suddenly your burdens are lifted
Her smile itself the adornment of freedom
That girl, the student, the father, the mother
It seems they have lives, they do things
But the truth is they have become nothing more
Than words in the song of the Friend
No one can say why the Friend comes to one, passes by another
No one can fathom the strange invitation
Whoever hears his song seems mad to the world
Whoever hears his song knows the world is a madness
Credits
Writer(s): Just A Tourist, Priya Tsomo
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