Soon our fortunes will be made, my darling   And we will leave this loathsome little town   Silver bells jingling from your black lizard boots, my baby   Silver foil to trim your wedding gown      It's true the tools of love wear down   Time passes   A mind wanders   It seems mindless, but it does   Sometimes I see you face   As if through reading glasses   And your smile seems softer than it was      Proof   Some people gonna call you up   Tell you something that you already know   Proof   Sane people go crazy on you   Say ''no man, that was not   The deal we made   I got to go, I got to go''   Faith   Faith is an island in the setting sun   But proof, yes   Proof is the bottom line for everyone      My face, my race   Don't matter anymore   My sex, my cheques   Accepted at the door      Proof   Some people gonna call you up   Tell you something that you already know   Proof   Sane people go crazy on you   Say ''no man, that was not   The deal we made   I got to, I got to go''   Faith   Faith is an island in the setting sun   But proof, yes   Proof is the bottom line for everyone      Half moon hiding in the clouds, my darling   And the sky is flecked with signs of hope   Raise your weary wings against the rain, my baby   Wash your tangled curls with gambler's soap      Proof   Some people gonna call you up   Tell you something that you already know   Sane people go crazy on you   Say ''no man, that was not   The deal we made   I got to, I got to, I got to''   Faith   Faith is an island in the setting sun   But proof, yes   Proof is the bottom line for everyone