Down here, oh, with my, with my hands
Upon the soil from which they came
I feel closer to you, closer to me
Further from opposin' forces that be, yeah
And I think my spirit
Has been tryin' to talk to me, hey-yeah
But, how could it compete
With the ceaseless cacophony of the city?
Of the city, yeah
There's somethin' about sinkin' my hands into the sand
That brings me back to you
And these days everyone has got somethin' to say
Deficient opinions have swept my faith in men away
And I think my spirit
Has been tryin' to talk to me, yeah
But, all that I can hear
Is the ceaseless cacophony of the city
But since you (since you) came to me (since you came to me)
The shadows have retreated (retreated)
And when I begin to doubt myself
Your gentle words of love remind me that I'm needed
That I'm needed
That I'm needed
And I think my spirit
Has been tryin' to talk to me
But all that I can hear
Is the ceaseless cacophony of the city
But since you came to me (since you came to me)
The shadows have retreated (retreated)
And when I begin to doubt myself
Your gentle words of love remind me that I'm needed
Since you came to me (since you came to me)
The shadows have retreated (retreated)
And when I begin to doubt myself
Your gentle words of love remind me that I'm needed (that I'm needed)
That I'm needed (that I'm needed) that I'm needed
That I'm needed (that I'm needed, oh) that I'm needed
That I'm needed, oh
