In the cold glare of a coke machine

And in the pulse of the droning stars

In the slow swelling of the sea

Well what can you hear?


But who's that tapping on my shoulder?


You're in the dust falling from the moon

And in the crack of a sandy dune

You reach down - and pull me through

To where our feet need not touch the ground

And just like me and just like you


Some things can never be