I saw him glide
A tear in the sky
Saw him walk by
As I crossed the line
It was the day that you went away
I was distracted; too many names
This is the morning after
This is the day
We wait in line for the Reverend
Some people live by the light of rays
Seizing each day as if meant to stay
I search in books, while away my days
Blessed with the task of remembering
This is the morning after
This is the day
We wait in line for the Reverend
Noble it is to be self-inclined
But now and again we may need a guide
I saw him glide, was he ever there?
In a mirage answered all my prayers
This is the morning after
This is the day
We wait in line for the Reverend