[00:11.830]Morning prayers took the girl unawares
[00:15.140]She was late for class and she knew it
[00:19.170]The broadcaster had a voice that was soothing
[00:22.860]She couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman
[00:27.640]A patch of sun fell onto her neck
[00:34.860]She put her head on her arms on her desk
[00:41.520]The lesson today was Acts of Apostles
[00:45.240]The crazy hippies, they’re running scared
[00:48.870]She shut her eyes and imagined the desert
[00:52.580]No cars, no mobiles, just sun and bread
[00:57.370]What would she look like standing by the well?
[01:04.770]More like a women and less like a girl
[01:11.500]“Oh, if I could make sense of it all!
[01:19.020]I wish that I could sing
[01:21.590]I’d stay in a melody
[01:23.970]I would float along in my everlasting song
[01:27.380]What would I do to believe?”
[01:44.900]Later on she plays Morning Has Broken
[01:48.470]She knows she's bad
[01:49.880]She is slowing everbody down
[01:52.410]The choirmaster, usually a bastard, knows her mother'ssick
[01:57.320]He’ll be nice to her
[02:00.530]She thinks that she shouldn’t be there at all
[02:08.050]Her worries make everything else seem trivial
[02:14.770]“Oh, if I could make sense of it all!
[02:22.240]I wish that I could sing
[02:24.800]I’d stay in a melody
[02:27.210]I would float along in my everlasting song
[02:30.960]What would I do to believe?”