| The curtain rises on a scene, |
| With someone chanting to be free. |
| The play unfolds before my eyes. |
| There stands the actor who is me. |
| The sleeping hours take us far, |
| From traffic, telephones and fear. |
| Put out your problems with the cat, |
| Escape until a bell you hear. |
| Our reasons are the same, |
| But there’s no one we can blame, |
| For there’s no where we need go, |
| And the only truth we know comes so easily. |
| The sound I have heard in your hello, |
| Oh darling, you’re almost part of me. |
| Oh darling, you’re all I’ll ever see. |
| It’s such a rainy afternoon, |
| No point in going anywhere. |
| The sounds just drift across my room, |
| I wish this feeling I could share. |
| It’s such a rainy afternoon, |
| She sits and gazes from her window. |
| Her mind tries to recall his face, |
| A feeling deep inside her grows. |
| Our reasons are the same, |
| But there’s no one we can blame, |
| For there’s no where we need go, |
| And the only truth we know comes so easily. |
| The sound I have heard in your hello, |
| Oh darling, you’re almost part of me. |
| Oh darling, you’re all I’ll ever see. |
| The sound I have heard in your hello, |
| Oh darling, you’re all I’ll ever see. |
| Oh darling, you’re almost part of me. |