The rain had started tapping
 On the window near my bed
 There was a loophole in my dreaming
 So I got out of it
 And to my surprise my eyes were wide
 And already open
 Just my nightstand and my dresser
 Where those nightmares had just been

 So I dressed myself and left then
 Out into the gray streets
 But everything seemed different
 [bad word] new to me
 The sky, the trees, houses, buildings
 Even my own body
 And each person I encountered
 I couldn't wait to meet

 And I came upon a doctor
 Who appeared in quite poor health
 I said, 'There's nothing I can do for you
 You can't do for yourself'
 He said, 'Oh, yes you can, just hold my hand
 I think that that would help'
 So I sat with him a while
 And I asked him how he felt
 He said, 'I think I'm cured
 No, in fact I'm sure of it
 Thank you stranger
 For your theraputic smile'

 So that's how I learned the lesson
 That everyone's alone
 And your eyes must do some raining
 If you're ever gonna grow
 When crying don't help, you [bad word] yourself
 It's best [bad word] a poem
 An honest verse of longing
 Or a simple song of hope

 That's why I'm singing, baby, don't worry
 Because now I've got your back
 And every time you feel like crying
 I'm gonna try to make you laugh
 And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad
 Then we'll wait for it to pass
 And I will keep [bad word] 
 Through those days so long and black

 We'll keep working on the problem
 We know we'll never solve
 Of love's uneven remainders
 Our lives are fractions of a whole
 But if the world could remain within a frame
 Like a painting on a wall
 Then I think we'd see the beauty then
 And stand staring in awe

 At our still lives posed
 Like a bowl of oranges
 Like a story told
 By the fault lines and the soil