Let me tell you a story about a man who lives in hell
He sits down by the mirror and got no time to dwell
All his life he knew what awaited him down here
But never did he slip away or even ever fear
Can't you see, won't you be
Everything and all of me
Let me tell you a story about a girl who walked on by
She always let her head hang low she often seemed to cry
But in her head she knew it all as no one's ever seen
But never someone asked her why or if she'd ever been
Can't you see, won't you be
Everything and all of me
I lie all by myself at night and cry myself to sleep
Often have I wondered why clouds look like sheep
You seem sad and so depressed, girl I have just seen your face
And I tend to forget we're all part of the human race
Let it slip away
Let it go someday
Have I told you the story of the poor blind boy
Even though he wandered 'round somehow he found joy
But not from money, clothes or phones, he didn't want a car
He only smiled when he heard the sound of a guitar
Can't you see, won't you be
Everything and all of me
I lie all by myself at night and cry myself to sleep
Often have I wondered why clouds look like sheep
You seem sad and so depressed, girl I have just seen your face
And I tend to forget we're all part of the human race