Must Be Tears

Even, even though I don’t know you

I know someone is with you

You’ve been touched with the music

I’ve got something in my eyes

Can you help me

It’s springtime

And all I do is cry

Human, human kindness abounds now

And the steeple made churches

Have been turned into stations

Like the one where I waited

With my coat on my suitcase

To see your teeth in person

Beneath the poster of items

From the lost and the found

From the lost and the found

Where else, where and when could I meet you?

Beneath the portrait of Queen Anne

On the carpeted stairs when

You’ll lean forward and whisper

Let’s get lost and then found

And then lost and then found

Even, even now I see something

Something darkening my eyes

Something so real it’s blinding

Like a dream of what could be

You have put with me something

Must be tears in my eyes

Must be tears in my eyes

Must be tears in my eyes