when i was two years old   in my mother's arms   on the malibu bus number three   a holy man laid his hand on my head   and said i see i see i see   this here child   she's got two diff'rent eyes   one is dark and one is light   one looks out at the morning   one looks in at the night   some see smiles or some see tears   some see sun or some see rain   but the child who sees both at once   is the child who is destined for pain      i was just two at the time   but i remember him well   when i am lost and lonely   i look for him in religious books   to find his face again   to find his face again   perhaps i will some time   he was hungry   and asked for a quarter   he was so hungry   and asked for a quarter   my mother gave him a dime   he blessed her generous contribution   and then he headed for the door   and he said i got to transfer now   to the bus   the bus number four      i been down to the depot   to look for number four   the station master shook his head   and said four don't run no more no more no more      i ride the malibu bus almost every day   but no one's seen or heard of him   no one's seen or heard of him   (my mother died last may)   he had the nicest smile   just like a silver star   it lit up malibu bus number three   but i don't have two diff'rent eyes   as far as i can see   the right one looks with the body   the left one sees with the soul   that was the very last thing   i heard him say   before he took his transfer   and was on his way   he crossed the road to number four   but number four didn't run any more   i don't understand   sometimes i think he was yellow   sometimes i think he was tan   and sometimes i think he was a woman   a woman dressed as a man   and though he was old and ancient   and i was less than three   would you laugh   if i should mention   sometimes   i think   he was me      I don't understand