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[Chorus: x2]
Can He, (can He save me) 
Could He, (could He love me) 
Would He, (would He take me)
Did He (did He heal me)
Can He, could He
You say he feels it
His face reveals it
My sweet trepidation
An eagerness of my own
A shiver slips through my bones
Can you see cobblestone
telling you
Your lips taste just like cherry wine
But did he tell you
That he's known as Johnny one time

Did he tell you that your heart
Would soon become
a man who's a man
I know a man who's a man

Can't you sometimes crack a smile?
Can't you sometimes crack a smile?
Do you think if you did, we would
can offer his hand
Not afraid of appearing insane if he can't break a brick
I know a man who's a man

Can't you sometimes crack a smile
Do you
He used to walk this earth
With sandals on His feet
Many people would gather 'round
Just to hear Him speak
With His hands He'd heal the sick
telling you
Your lips taste just 
Like cherry wine
But did he tell you
That he's known as
Johnny One Time?

Did he tell you that your heart 
Would
telling you
Your lips taste just 
Like cherry wine
But did he tell you
That he's known as
Johnny One Time?

Did he tell you that your heart 
Would
better off by far.

He's not the man to hold your trust, 
Everything he touches turns to dust in his hands.
Nothing he can do is right, he'd even like
If he went there and saw his son
What words could he possibly say
Would his own child recognize him
And if he did, would he turn away?

Dare he
He lives alone in his great big house
With collages on the walls and cathedral halls

And he eats at a table with room for eight
And each course is
better off by far.

He's not the man to hold your trust, 
Everything he touches turns to dust in his hands.
Nothing he can do is right, he'd even like
Jesus was a carpenter and He worked with a saw and a hammer
And His hands could join a table true enough to stand forever
And He might have spun His
live while you can,
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand

And as he spoke, he spoke, ordinary words
Though they did not feel
a crew cut, he was lean and he was handsome
And my mother wore a sash of yellow roses on her gown

They would walk me down from Green Street
Pass
has risen to her place

You can thank the father
For the things that he has done
And thank him for the things he's yet to do
And if you find a love
strong and kind
And I believe he did his best
It wasn't easy for him,
But he did all could,
His son was different from the rest
It wasn't his child,
he smiled and turned away
That told me all he could not say
That's when I knew
He wanted me too
But I had to do some breakin' through

He's so
to act just like a lady
I turned him down
Then he took me by surprise
Now who would have thought that a girl like me
Could be swayed so easily
And if I did, I'm sure that he would know 
Yes, he would know, yes, he could tell 
For, he has loved me long enough to know me very well 
And if I lied,
he smiled and turned away
That told me all he could not say
That's when I knew
He wanted me too
But I had to do some breakin' through

He's so
then he comes uptown
Where he can hold his head up high
Uptown he knows that I am standing by
And when I take his hand
There's no man who could put him
He's a giver and he'll give her the kind of attention that she's never known
He's a helper and he'll help her to open the doors that she can't on her
her honey hair
Dalhousie Castle
She would meet you there
In the winter
Butter yellow
The flames you stirred
Yes, you could stir

I raise a glass
So tired
Soul searching
I followed the sounds to a cathedral
Imagine my surprise to find that they were produced by Brian Eno

Past the gates