I could tell you this, I could tell you that But that's not where my head is at If I told you it was never me Writing songs of poetry It's the voices from the street of whom we hear but never meet It's you and I and the big blue sky At times I like to be all alone, Far away from the telephone, Blinded by the big T.V., seduction and the silver screen. It's the voices from the street of whom we hear but never meet It's you and I and the big black sky Born to live, Born to die. I've never heard no angel sing, sing it to me Cast your golden spell, make it all disappear Never until now has it ever been so clear.