I stepped out of the St. James Hotel
I left you behind curled up like a child
change is [bad word] as the door whispered shut
I walked on down the high windowed hall

You lay sleeping on the unmade bed
The weatherman on the television in the St. James Hotel said
That the rains are [bad word] and I stepped out on the streets
All sparkling clean with the early morning dew

Maybe it was you or maybe it was me?
You came on like a punch in the heart
Lying there with the light on your hair
Like a Jesus of the moon, a Jesus of the planets and the stars

Well, I kept thinking about what the weatherman said
And if the voices of the living can be heard by the dead
Well, the day is [bad word] when we find out
In some kind of way I take a [bad word] from that now and then

'Cause people often talk about being scared of change
But for me I'm more afraid of things staying the same

'Cause the game is never won
By standing in any one place for too long

Maybe it was you or maybe it was me?
There's a chord in you that I could not find to strike
You lying there with all the light in your hair
Like a Jesus of the moon, a Jesus of the planets and the stars

I see the many girls walking down the empty streets
Maybe once or twice one of them smiles at me
You can't blame anyone for saying hello
I say hey, I say hello, I say hello

Will it be me or will it be you?
One must stay and one depart
You lying there in the St. James Hotel bed
Like a Jesus of the moon, a Jesus of the planets and the stars

I say hello, hello, hello