To All the Lights In the Windows

Moses up on the mountainside What a place to meet He brought his pad and his pencil Poured himself some gypsy tea And all the world's multiplicity They turn his brain and his soul to stone He drew his face on a tablet And carried it back home Jesus off in the water Standing on his feet Yeah, that's the thing about charisma It makes everyone believe But there is nothing impossible When I'm with you and when you're with me I got a sad sinking feeling That that can never be But I'm going to do what I can for you I will make a plea To all the lights in the windows The puddles in the streets And all the lovers that you've been teasing From your balcony May they carry you far from my memory Solomon heard a protest From the lower court Reached in his ear for a silver dollar Just like he'd done before He tossed it high Said that wisdom's fickle And chance is God's retort And handed them a sentence It was death by Trojan horse Pharoah woke from a bad dream Splashed some water on his face When it's a matter of nightmares you had Better ask a slave And he may tell you a famine's coming Or he may look away If he's kind then return it Let him lick your plate But I'm going to do what I can for you I will make a plea To all the birds in the chimneys The whales up on the beach And all the footsteps that you've been hearing Like a tambourine May they carry you far from your enemies But I'm going to do what I can for you I will make a plea To all the lights in the windows The puddles in the streets And all the hours that you've been sitting At your vanity May they carry you far from your misery May they carry you far Jesus off in the water Standing on his feet Yeah, that's the thing about charisma It makes everyone believe That there is nothing impossible When I'm with you and when you're with me I got a sad sinking feeling That will never be