For Marcia

In the cold glare of a coke machine
And in the pulse of the droning stars
In the slow swelling of the sea. Well, what can you hear?
What can you hear? What can you hear?
But who’s that tapping on my shoulder?
Who’s that tapping on my shoulder?
You’re tapping on my shoulder. Tapping on my shoulder
You’re in the dust falling from the moon
And in the crack of a sandy dune
You reach down — and pull me through
To where our feet need not touch the ground
And just like me and just like you
Just like you. Just like you. Just like you
Some things can never be. Some things can never be
Some things can never be. Some things can never be
Well, some things can never be. Who’s that tapping on my shoulder?
Some things can never be. Who’s that tapping on my shoulder?
Some things can never be. Who’s that tapping on my shoulder?
Some things can never be. Who’s that tapping on my shoulder?