(John Lodge)
Maybe
maybe I'm wrong
to go on thinking, to sing my song
maybe
this world's falling down
call up the trumpeters and knock the walls down
Someone who needs
someone who feels
someone who sees can find you
Slowly
slowly we walk
no harm in crying, no sense in talk
slowly
the ice melts away
call on the choir to sing
and turn no-one away
Someone who needs
someone who feels
someone who sees can find you
someone who needs
someone who feels
someone who sees can find you
Maybe
maybe I'm wrong
the river holds its breath
the sea will keep its calm
slowly
slowly we turn
a look at where we've been
the juggler has to learn
Someone who needs
someone who feels
someone who sees can find you
someone who needs
someone who feels
someone who sees can find you