You were a boy of seventeen that summer
with a love so warm it could melt the darkest winter
and with the eyes of a man that has seen
and who knows that he has seen
You had traveled for so long
Six worn strings were your weapon
and the tune of your heart your message
one fine day
you came sailing my way
in the guise of a song
Oh, Michael you were all I had
to lead me through my searching days
my eyes, my torch, my breath and air
all through my night.
I remember very well when my dream came true and I met you
it was with awe that I spoke and with love that I did thank you
yet, I was young by your side
and for fear and some pride
I never really told you
I had loved you for so long
But now the winds have changed
and these clouds have appeared from nowhere
and our paths have diverged
into heading for some alien somewheres
Have Mercy I Cry, City
please, not another sacrifice
to shallow Rock and Roll
Oh, Michael, tell me, is it me
or is that what you want to be
please stop, reflect a while and see
has the City really got a hold on you
