Distant times in distant lands Worthless money changing hands 'Changing them to what?' -- I wonder As in the dust the jet plane thunders Carries every feeling into gloom I miss you like I miss the flowers in bloom There's a crisis in the outer world In the sky the smoke trails curl Some Winnipeg boys are Cyprus-bound I hope they live to touch home ground I hope we live to touch, if just once more I need you like the river needs the shore In life so delicate and strange Understanding seldom comes in range We stumble through familiar scenes Never thinking what it means, In this cluttered landscape to be loved I need you like I need the stars above