Harding Street Lyrics

"Harding Street"By Tom RappI met a girl today,She asked me if I knew her.Around her neck she woreThe small half of a wishbone.She never trustedHappiness or strangers'Cause both of themAre jus tthe sameThey're just the same to her.I saw my friend on Harding Street,And I asked to have a word.When she was a child,She saw Jesus in the flowers.The wind was the breath of GodWhispering in the world.And when she found thatShe couldn't be a saintFor all the men who found her,She was like some magic creatureThat dissolves in its own tears.I saw my friend on Harding Street,And I talked to him of fear.She raised her hand to touch my faceShe offered to be kinder, and I saidIf I wasn't lost myselfI'd be the first to find you.When she says she hates to be alone,What can you tell herThat she hasn't heard at leastA hundred times before?I saw my friend on Harding Street,And said that I didn't want anymore."I think you want a priest," I said,With magic in his fingers.He will save you with his touch,And he will heal you with his body.Perhaps our crowns of lonelinessWould not just lock togetherIf love was something better than it is.I must go back to Harding Street,So I can try again.