oh rosetta
carpenter, mary chapin
i'm telling you these things that i tell no one else
and i believe you hear me though i have no proof
that's telling me the truth
if i listen and i cannot hear the music
if i try to swim the ocean and cannot reach the shore
if the world is offered love but doesn't use it
may i call you sister when we talk this way?
you make me feel as if there's nothing i can't say
i know i'm not the first one you've brought comfort to
and i'm not the last that will look to you
if i wander and i cannot find the reason
if i keep my heart wide open and cannot feel the sun
and i'm not sure anymore what i believe in
one day i am walking down a lonely street
and at the corner of 57th and 7th avenue
i hear someone sing and i know it's you
if i'm still and i cannot hear the choirs
if i try to please the many instead of just the very few
can you hear me through invisible wires?
if i listen and i cannot hear the music
if i swim against the current and lose sight of the shore
if the world is offered goodness but doesn't use it