michael ruff
poor boy
Listen to the rain, like glass breaking slowly My heart's breaking right on time Listen to the water, like a thousand people kissing Or one person walking away Listen to the wind, like young lover's passion Or old people passing away In all these things I hear you In all these ways you call to me Calling me...poor boy It's like I know where love is  But love never come to me  Calling me poor boy, poor boy Listen to the words, speaking in melodies From the soul, through the voice, to the pen  (to the paper,  through the eyes,  to the mind,  to the soul again) In the shadow of a dancer In the echo of a lie In the patience of a teacher And in the movement of an eye In the telling of a story In the pouring of two lovers And in the softness of the moon  In all these ways I hear you  In all these things you call to me  Calling me...(just a) poor boy Sometimes I feel like Salieri I'm standing at the door  but no one ever asks me in Calling me.... Salieri Calling me...poor boy, poor boy  (to the paper,  through the eyes,  to the mind,  to the soul again)