Hope is a sweet little sting

It's not a plaything

It breaks like glass

& hope is a thorn in the side

Of the devil that hides

In the shadow

& a song before it’s sung

Does it hide in your lungs

Does it float in the air

Does it wait for someone who can

Grab it & then

Go out & sing

Sometimes something strange happens & you wonder

If it does because you saw it coming all the way

All the way like a dream that you don’t want to come true

Or like a prayer you’re not bold enough to say

& if you turn off the light

Where does it go

Nobody knows

This song goes out to those

Who think they can tell

I wish them well

I wish them well