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