Moving with a slight of hand
Pushing on a cosmic plan
Summon all those tricks now for a song
Mystery of way out there
Spun around and disappeared
Catch what he said before he’s gone
He’s the brother of the wind
Who sent them galloping
I thought you said there’s nothing wrong
It’s all the same
Haven’t been back for a while
We miss that park bench smile
A soothing voice and words like rain
For those who stopped to look
The hustle always hooked
Never had a chance to know his name
Moving with a slight of hand
Pushing on a cosmic plan
I thought you said there’s nothing wrong
It’s all the same