Well, I met you on the day before tomorrow. When life was just an anchor. NO boat to tie it to. When hope was just a joke told by a liar. A cruel thing pressing in, a pebble in your shoe. But it's true, what to do.

He is there, waiting. He is there, chasing. He is there changing all your life into a song. he is there, waiting. He is there, giving. He is there, loving all of you, all along. Hope is there.

Well, I met you on the day before Damascus. And I don't know your future but I think I see the signs somewhere on the road that you are walking. You might meet a stranger that fills your eyes with Light. 'Cause it's true, What to do.

The skies, the rocks, the rivers. THey are no grand accident in your breath, your smile, your questions. Oh, His love is evident.

I've got my ear to the glass and the glass to the door and I hear His footsteps falling on your floor.