Morning prayers took the girl unawares

She was late for class and she knew it

The broadcaster had a voice that was soothing

She couldn't tell if it was a man or woman

A patch of sun fell onto her neck

She put her head on her arms on her desk



The lesson today was Acts of Apostles

The crazy hippies, they're running scared

She shut her eyes and imagined the desert

No cars, no mobiles, just sun and bread 

What would she look like standing by the well?

More like a women and less like a girl



'Oh, if I could make sense of it all!

I wish that I could sing

I'd stay in a melody

I would float along in my everlasting song

What would I do to believe?'



Later on she plays Morning Has Broken

She knows she's bad

She is slowing everbody down

The choirmaster, usually a bastard, knows her mother's sick

He'll be nice to her

She thinks that she shouldn't be there at all

Her worries make everything else seem trivial



'Oh, if I could make sense of it all!

I wish that I could sing

I'd stay in a melody

I would float along in my everlasting song

What would I do to believe?'