somewhere the wind is whispering into somebody`s ear
somewhere someone is hearing just what they want to hear
somewhere somebody`s savior has finally appeared
the kind that makes great poetry and abbreviates careers

love all, trust a few

jehoshaphat the genius said to bosco the kid
come and get it, youth is served, you`re gonna love it kid
don`t get it on your clothes, don`t put it up your nose
pass the madness `neath the door, pass the madness `neath the door

love all, trust a few

given time I can find a reason to love anyone
a reason to love anyone

somewhere a man is washing his clothing in a fountain
somewhere a man is throwing pennies not bothering to count them
somewhere a man`s reflection reveals nothing about him
somewhere a man`s forgetting all of this was once a mountain

love all, trust a few