the song i love the bests the one my father taught to me the kindness of a stranger is dust from an unseen wing but an old friend at my table is by far the finest thing this tired mile could give to me the colors of the man i love are deepest blue and green and it isnt very often that i say just what i mean cause the feeling seems to scatter and these words fall in between for what i miss ill just tell you this its something to me its something to me i dont know what it comes to and its not so much to see but you take tomorrow so long as you know its something to me its something to me gentle is the road within me and its gently i depart cause these well worn threads of daylight will sometimes come apart giving way to all the shadows where no one can hear your heart so down in the dark if thats where you are its something to me its something to me i dont know what it comes to and its not so much to see but you take tomorrow so long as you know its something to me its something to me well the tender hands of morning have given up a new sunrise and we all get up together in our ordinary lives going one step for another giving up has crossed my mind ill take a long day come round the right way its something to me its something to me dont know what it comes to and its not so much to see but you take tomorrow so long as you know its something to me its something to me you take tomorrow so long as you know its something to me its something to me