Psychic man, on the TV screen

Said the name of a friend who'd long passed away

(Read the signs)

Lighting strikes on a clear sunny day

Sometimes things are truly what they seem

So why must we see through cynical eyes

Live and labor to die

When there's clearly something more...

Passerby hums a rare melody

That had slipped the mind and long passed away

(Read the signs)

Voice inside with words comforting

Says sometimes dreams are truly what they seem

(Angels fly without their wings, bearing gifts for those that read the signs).

Why must we see through cynical eyes,

See through cynical lies

When there's clearly so much more

Angles fly without their wings,

Bearing gifts for those that read the signs that there is truly something more