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?”