Reflection

NARRATOR:

Behold the man, the stranger, the working man's son

He reflected the mountain

Now all souls can see what's been done

And the word spread fast as wild fire

But the people changed as the wind swept higher

And the crowd's got huge, man, you should've seen the choir

And in two years he made the cover of

Time The albino priest with the psychic mind "You wanna see Mr. Snow you better get in line"

He might've been fine -

He might've got through it

OK If not for the girl, when he saw her

I guess everything changed

And the loose in him wound up tight

And the flanks all faded in the failing light

And the needy people seemed an oversight

He knew about things he couldn't know

He knew about people and he told them so

But until he touched her he didn't know -

She let him know