skipped a stone and watched it go the arc and then the undertoe thinking a day is something like a prayer so much to ask you started soft then the wait of locks come off in the end you just hope someone s there chorus cuz all these small talk relations no they ain t nothin for me no nobody here knows the way that i feel there s no one to answer to just the dark and me and you all the angels standin round just wishin for the drag there of your smoke taste of skin scent of hope raise their skirts up when no words are rising chorus small talk relations i can t hear one thing from you don t nobody here at all know the way that i feel bridge workmen in the street below softly play a radio hear my static through the traffic crowd just turns to leave secret current underneath cannot be heard above the racket chorus