For Marcia - Amplifier

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?