Morning prayers took the girl unawares   She was late for class and she knew it   The broadcaster had a voice that was soothing   She couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman   A patch of sun fell onto her neck   She put her head on her arms on her desk      The lesson today was Acts of Apostles   The crazy hippies, they’re running scared   She shut her eyes and imagined the desert   No cars, no mobiles, just sun and bread   What would she look like standing by the well?   More like a women and less like a girl      “Oh, if I could make sense of it all!   I wish that I could sing   I’d stay in a melody   I would float along in my everlasting song   What would I do to believe?”      Later on she plays Morning Has Broken   She knows she’s bad   She is slowing everbody down   The choirmaster, usually a bastard, knows her mother’s sick   He’ll be nice to her   She thinks that she shouldn’t be there at all   Her worries make everything else seem trivial      “Oh, if I could make sense of it all!   I wish that I could sing   I’d stay in a melody   I would float along in my everlasting song   What would I do to believe?”