Harding Street by Tom Rapp Lyrics

Rapp

I met a girl today
She asked me if I knew her
Around her neck she wore
The small half of a wishbone
She never trusted
Happiness or strangers
'Cause both of them
Are just the same
They're just the same to her
I saw my friend on Harding Street
And I asked to have a word
When she was a child
She saw Jesus in the flowers
The wind was the breath of God
Whispering in the world
And when she found that
She couldn't be a saint
For all the men who found her
She was like some magic creature
That dissolves in its own tears
I saw my friend on Harding Street
And I talked to him of fear
She raised her hand to touch my face
She offered to be kinder, and I said
If I wasn't lost myself
I'd be the first to find you
When she says she hates to be alone
What can you tell her
That she hasn't heard at least
A hundred times before?
I saw my friend on Harding Street
And said that I didn't want anymore
"I think you want a priest," I said
With magic in his fingers
He will save you with his touch
And he will heal you with his body
Perhaps our crowns of loneliness
Would not just lock together
If love was something better than it is
I must go back to Harding Street
So I can try again