Well the clock on the TV is stuttering time
American poets trading their last silver dime
And she speaks down the phone with love in her voice
As we make the time matter, The future, the choice
The shadows are dancing like ghosts on the street
But she's the only rhythm that's keeping the beat.
Oh, it isn't the diamond or the gold in the bowl
It's the way that she holds the heart of this soul
Yeah, the times are long and there's plenty of blue
But I'm finding my compass within you.
The prophets are shouting from the tenement halls
About the end of the world and the cracks in the walls
But I'm looking at her as she's brushing her hair
And the troubles and thunder just vanish in air
She's the Pegasus that carries me over the sea
When the waves of the world try to swallow up me.
So let the rain keep falling on the dusty window pane
As long as I'm calling out her sweet name
Yeah, I'll be traveling to you and traveling true
Just a man finding a home next to you.
