Bodhisattva -

One comes running on a silver plain

One comes dividing everything again

One come only when it’s safe to pray

One comes always just a little too late

Sunday morning coming cold and grey

Someone at the door keeps calling my name

Wish That I could tell it all to go away

Rinding every night through the storms of fate

I’ve been waiting, I’ve been hoping

I’v been thinking, I can’t take it anymore

Can’t run away

One comes riding on a quiet day

Coming with the power of a falling wave

When she comes t touch your lonely face

Lover in the nightime full of grace