The Beauty Is (Reprise)

When Clara was twelve
 We rented a Shetland pony for her birthday party
 And... she and her friends were leading the pony around
 And I turned to get the phone
 And the pony kicked her
 Here
 She fell
 It seemed to take forever for her to fall
 You know those moments when momentous things happen
 So slowly
 I reach
 Like these paintings in the old tradition
 There's a figure reaching out in them like so
 And to me it is the most familiar tableau
 I know
 So much wanting something
 So much reaching for it
 So much wishing just to have one moment back
 So much being patient
 So much blind acceptance
 I know
 No, I don't know!
 A mother here in Italy
 A mother here alone
 I thought if I had a child
 I would take such care of her
 So much reaching for it
 So much holding back and keeping fingers crossed
 Watching over by
 My little lost
 Clara!
 If I could then I would paint it over
 I would be there and I wouldn't turn away
 If I only had a chance to not turn away
 And the beauty is
 And the beauty is
 The beauty is