NARRATOR:

Behold the man, the stranger, the working man's son

He reflected the mountain

Now all souls can see what's been done



And the word spread fast as wild fire

But the people changed as the wind swept higher

And the crowd's got huge, man, you should've seen the choir



And in two years he made the cover of Time

The albino priest with the psychic mind

"You wanna see Mr. Snow you better get in line"



He might've been fine - He might've got through it OK

If not for the girl, when he saw her I guess everything changed



And the loose in him wound up tight

And the flanks all faded in the failing light

And the needy people seemed an oversight



He knew about things he couldn't know

He knew about people and he told them so

But until he touched her he didn't know - She let him know