in thee

maybe i'll see you again baby

and maybe i won't

maybe you've bought your ticket

gone back to detroit

airplanes make strangers of us all

give us distance

much too easily. jim says some destinies

should not be delivered

but you and i seen now baby

that still they are

winning it makes losers of us all

'cause the dice roll

so indifferently. well

i'll wrap myself in cities i travel

i'll wrap myself in dreams

i'll wrap myself in solitude

but i wish i could wrap myself

in thee. tonight it's hot

without you

tomorrow'll be cold

winter will come along

driven by snow

love it makes strangers of us all

when we part

oh so thoughtlessly

once we breathed the breath

of sweet surrender

pure

pure arab air filled our

atmosphere

but pride it makes stars of us all

until we fall

for everyone to see.