i wrote your name in dust on a truck as it rolled out of town
(just in case my love for you might be found).

i cried my tears in a mountain stream - they'll sting you one day.
i called your name in a giant cave - it echoes to this day.

i wrote your name on a subway wall (just in case you come).
i wrote your name on my old tree, but you've never seen it.

but i don't think that he's hearing my calls

Божественный Ричард обладает удивительным талантом до боли точно описывать то, что, кажется, лучше всего умеет передавать только тишина.