I stepped out of the St. James Hotel, I'd left you behind curled up like a child
A change is gonna come, and as the door whispered shut
I walked on down the high-windowed hall
You lay sleeping on the unmade bed, the weatherman on the television
In the St. James Hotel said that the rains are gonna come
And I stepped out on the street all sparkling clean with the early morning dew
Maybe it was you or maybe it was me?
You came on like a punch in the heart
You lying there with the light on your hair like a Jesus on the moon
A Jesus of the planets and the stars
Well, I kept thinking about what the weatherman said
And if the voices of the living can be heard by the dead
Well, the day is gonna come when we find out
And in some kinda way I take a little comfort from that (now and then)
Cause people often talk about being scared of change
But for me I'm more afraid of things staying the same
Cause the game is never won by standing in any one place for too long
Maybe it was you or maybe it was me?
But there was a chord in you I could not find to strike
You lying there with all the light in your hair like a Jesus of the moon
A Jesus of the planets and the stars
I see the many girls walking down the empty streets
And maybe once or twice one of them smiles at me
You can't blame anyone for saying hello
I say hey, I say hello, I say hello
Will it be me or will it be you?
One must stay and one depart
You lying there in a St. James Hotel bed
Like a Jesus of the moon
A Jesus of the planets and the stars
I say hello, hello, hello
