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