there's a crisis in the outer
in the sky the smoke trails curl
some Winnipeg boys are Cyprus-bound
i hope they live to touch home ground
i hope we live to touch, if just once more
i need you like the river needs the shore.
in life so delicate and strange
understanding seldom comes in range
we stumble through familiar scenes
never thinking what it means,
in this cluttered landscape to be loved
i need you like i need the stars above.