| I stepped out of the St. James Hotel, I’d left you behind curled up like a child
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| A change is gonna come, and as the door whispered shut
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| I walked on down the high-windowed hall
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| You lay sleeping on the unmade bed, the weatherman on the television
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| In the St. James Hotel said that the rains are gonna come
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| And I stepped out on the streets all sparkling clean with the early morning dew
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| Maybe it was you or maybe it was me?
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| You came on like a punch in the heart
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| You lying there with the light on your hair
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| like a Jesus on the moon
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| A Jesus of the planets and the stars
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| Well, I kept thinking about what the weatherman said
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| And if the voices of the living can be heard by the dead
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| Well, the day is gonna come when we find out
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| And in some kinda way I take a little comfort from that now and then
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| Cause people often talk about being scared of change
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| But for me I’m more afraid of things staying the same
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| Cause the game is never won by standing in any one place for too long
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| Maybe it was you or maybe it was me?
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| But there was a chord in you I could not find to strike
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| You lying there with all the light in your hair like a Jesus of the moon
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| A Jesus of the planets and the stars
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| I see the many girls walking down the empty streets
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| And maybe once or twice one of them smiles at me
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| You can’t blame anyone for saying hello
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| I say hey, I say hello, I say hello
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| Will it be me or will it be you?
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| One must stay and one depart
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| You lying there in a St. James Hotel bed
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| Like a Jesus of the moon
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| A Jesus of the planets and the stars
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| I say hello, hello, hello |