Who can say
Where the road goes,
Where the day flows?
Only time
And who can say if your love grows
As your heart chose?
Only time
Who can say why your heart sighs
As your love flies?
Only time
And who can say
Why your heart cries when your love lies?
Only time
Who can say
When the roads meet
That love might be
In your heart?
And who can say
When the day sleeps
If the night keeps
All your heart?
Night keeps all your heart
Who can say if your love grows
As your heart chose?
Only time
And who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows?
Only time
Who knows? Only time
Who knows? Only time
The Pointless, Yet Poignant, Crisis of a Co-Ed
- Dar Williams
I'm not a leader, i'm not a left-wing rhetoric mobilizing force of one,
But there was a time way back, many years ago in college, don't laugh,
But I thought I was a radical, I ran the Hemp Liberation Group with my boyfriend,
It was true love, with a common cause, and besides that, he was a Sagittarius.
We used to say that our love was like hemp rope, three times as strong as the rope that you buy domestically,
And we would bond in the face of oppression from big business and the deans,
But I knew there was a problem, every time the group would meet everyone would light up,
That made it difficult to discuss glaucoma and human rights, not to mention chemotherapy.
Well sometimes, life gives us lessons sent in ridiculous packaging,
And so I found him in the arms of a Student Against the Treacherous use of Fur,
And he gave no apology, he just turned to me, stoned out to the edge of oblivion,
He didn't pull up the sheets and I think he even smiled as he said to me,
"Well, I guess our dreams went up in smoke."
And I said, No, our dreams went up in dreams, you stupid pothead,
And another thing, what kind of a name is Students Against the Treacherous Use of Fur?
Fur is already dead, and besides, a name like that doesn't make a good acronym.
I am older now, I know the rise and gradual fall of a daily victory.
And I still write to my senators, saying they should legalize cannabis,
And I should know, cause I am a horticulturist, I have a husband and two children out in Lexington, Mass.
And my ex-boyfriend can't tell me I've sold out, because he's in a cult.
And he's not allowed to talk to me.
Came in from a rainy thursday
On the avenue
Thought I heard you talking softly
I turned on the lights, the tv and the radio
Still I can't escape the ghost of you
What is happened to it all?
Crazy, some'd say
Where is the life that I recognize?
Gone away
But I won't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
Somehow I have survived
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive
Passion or coincidence
Once prompted you to say
"Pride will tear us both apart"
Well now pride's gone out the window
Cross the rooftops run away
Left me in the vacuum of my heart
What is happening to me?
Crazy, some'd say
Where is my friend when I need you most?
Gone away
But I won't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
Somehow I have survived
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive
Papers in the roadside
Tell of suffering and greed
Fear today, forgot tomorrow
Ooh, here besides the news
Of holy war and holy need
Ours is just a little sorrow a'tall
And I won't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive
Every one
Is my world, I will learn to survive
Any one
Is my world, I will learn to survive
Any one
Is my world
Every one
Is my world
Prayer of Saint Francis
Make me a channel of your peace
Where there is hatred let me bring your love
Where there is injury, your pardon, Lord
And where there's doubt, true faith in you
Make me a channel of your peace
Where there's dispair in life let me bring hope
Where there is darkness, only light
And where there's sadness, ever joy
Oh, Master, grant that I may never seek
So much to be consoled as to console
To be understood, as to understand
To be loved as to love with all my soul
Make me a channel of your peace
It is in pardoning that we are pardonned
In giving of ourselves that we receive
And in dying that we're born to eternal life
Precious And Few - Climax
Precious and few are the moments we two can share.
Quiet and blue like the sky, I'm hung over you.
And if I can't find my way back home,
It just wouldn't be fair.
Precious and few are the moments we two can share.
Baby, it's you on my mind, your love is so rare.
Being with you is a feeling I just can't compare.
And if I can't hold you in my arms,
It just wouldn't be fair.
'Cause precious and few are the moments we two can share.
And if I can't find my way back home,
Ah, it just wouldn't be fair.
'Cause precious and few are the moments we two can share.
Precious and few are the moments we two can share.
Quiet and blue like the sky, I'm hung over you.
And if I can't find my way back home,
It just wouldn't be fair.
Precious and few are the moments we two can share