On that bed in the late summer night
Annoyed and sad with him out of sight
or was I mad, preferred better to be right
I was not dead, could see a sprinkling light
A sprinkling light, a tiny sign of hope
I closed my eyes with a blanket or a robe
I felt alone, pictured a life of the pope
but I was sad, and washed my hands with soap
When thinking loud, I saw with my own eye
a dwelling cloud, in a corner in the sky
I had some tears, and asked myself why
quiet unbelievable, I could not cry
As I was there on that late summer night
Searching for tears or a smile so bright
Would I come forward or would I hide
and stars all over, wishing me goodnight
