He was trapped in a haircut he no longer believed in.
She says, "I'm a teacher here, I teach the children."
And he wondered to himself then of
All the things he could learn from her.
A great mighty wonder.
I think of the names you once called me in anger,
I remember the sadness in Florence Ballard's eyes.
Imagine all the melancholy you could find in the arms of a stranger.
Bread, bread of heaven.
Seems like nothing goes right
In the world that we were born in,
But the horizon is bright
Yonder comes the morning.
Upstairs they're buying a stairway to heaven
And down here in the garden we're changing sticks into snakes.
And the jangle of religious medals
Would put the fear of God into angels,
Come, come al ye faithful.
Their baby came home to them an unmarried mother,
They wished she would turn into a pillar of salt
But in the end compassion has to be the greatest family value
Hope hope of the helpless
Looks like a drift to the right
For the world we were born in
But the horizon is bright
Yonder comes the morning
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