I heard he sang a good song (Texts of songs ), I heard he had a style.
And so I came to see him to listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.
I felt all flushed with fever, emberrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on.
He sang it as he knew me in all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
But he was there this stranger singing clear and strong.
