From the recording Wishes
When you sang that song I was afraid, if I listened on, I would break.
But I finally heard your anger and your pain.
Yes, I heard that beauty that you sang--and in her car I knew she felt the same.
Won’t pretend to know you or the ones who’ve loved you.
Won’t blame the victim or who suffered with him.
But, please let me tell you and who did surround you,
Without the pure sound I might never have found,
Someone who needs to hear tears to feel that we’re not far apart…