To All the Lights in the Windows

Moses up on the mountainside
 What a place to meet
 He brought his pad and his pencil
 Poured himself some gypsy tea
 And all the world's multiplicity
 They turn his brain and his soul to stone
 He drew his face on a tablet
 And carried it back home
 Jesus off in the water
 Standing on his feet
 Yeah, that's the thing about charisma
 It makes everyone believe
 But there is nothing impossible
 When I'm with you and when you're with me
 I got a sad sinking feeling
 That that can never be
 But I'm going to do what I can for you
 I will make a plea
 To all the lights in the windows
 The puddles in the streets
 And all the lovers that you've been teasing
 From your balcony
 May they carry you far from my memory
 Solomon heard a protest
 From the lower court
 Reached in his ear for a silver dollar
 Just like he'd done before
 He tossed it high
 Said that wisdom's fickle
 And chance is God's retort
 And handed them a sentence
 It was death by Trojan horse
 Pharoah woke from a bad dream
 Splashed some water on his face
 When it's a matter of nightmares you had
 Better ask a slave
 And he may tell you a famine's coming
 Or he may look away
 If he's kind then return it
 Let him lick your plate
 But I'm going to do what I can for you
 I will make a plea
 To all the birds in the chimneys
 The whales up on the beach
 And all the footsteps that you've been hearing
 Like a tambourine
 May they carry you far from your enemies
 But I'm going to do what I can for you
 I will make a plea
 To all the lights in the windows
 The puddles in the streets
 And all the hours that you've been sitting
 At your vanity
 May they carry you far from your misery
 May they carry you far
 Jesus off in the water
 Standing on his feet
 Yeah, that's the thing about charisma
 It makes everyone believe
 That there is nothing impossible
 When I'm with you and when you're with me
 I got a sad sinking feeling
 That will never be