UNIVERSE ALL AROUND ME 

LATE, ALREADY EARLY IN THE MORNING
WHEN THE FOG TAKES OVER THE CITY
THE ONE WHO PICKS UP THE GUITAR
IS ME, IS ME
TO SING OF THE NEW

SO MANY TEARS OF DEW ON THE ROSE BUSH
EVERYBODY HAS A SAD SONG

THANK GOD A LITTLE BIRD
JOINS IN WITH ME SINGING SOFTLY
AND I NO LONGER FEEL SO ALONE
SO ALONE, SO ALONE
WITH THE UNIVERSE ALL AROUND ME