Tycoons have showed me that the world is bound to shame Naturalization and sequestration are their only triumphs to claim In a country where government fools and imams tyrannically rule You sang Mitchell to the moon Well, I would have dissented but the music in me died On a skyscraper I was burdened by my need to hide Just when blood fills the streets, the prisons and the creeks You swayed to Dylan's tunes I have a nephew who taught me to embrace all my wrongs My niece, she reminds me of you, dreams of Venus in all her songs While my maps are sacrosanct around teachers I've never thanked You dared Mars to bloom Glaciers come and go My terrain is yours to draw Make it green and blue And the joy I fantasize From the love I theorize Is awaiting your hue Because it's you Oh, it had to be you Oh, it had to be you It had to be you Oh, it had to be you It had to be you...