Distant times in distant lands

Worthless money changing hands

"Changing them to what?" -- I wonder

As in the dust the jet plane thunders

Carries every feeling into gloom

I miss you like I miss the flowers in bloom 

There's a crisis in the outer world

In the sky the smoke trails curl

Some Winnipeg boys are Cyprus-bound

I hope they live to touch home ground

I hope we live to touch, if just once more

I need you like the river needs the shore 

In life so delicate and strange

Understanding seldom comes in range

We stumble through familiar scenes

Never thinking what it means,

In this cluttered landscape to be loved

I need you like I need the stars above