So tell me, why do you believe?
You know you do, and so do I.
I couldn’t look her in the eye;
I couldn’t find the words to grieve
That loss. A world has come and gone,
And I am now a halfway man;
But she — she sees some bigger plan,
A window to some other dawn —
You know you do, and so do I.
I guess it’s true: I do, I did;
For somehow, I am still the kid
Who sees a hut, and thinks that it can fly
