[FRANCESCA] What do you call a man like that? How do you even try to give it a name, A cla**ification? What do you call a man like that? Something from days gone by, A kind of a wind blown from the past. But were do you find it? From what time or place or fairy-tale Comes someone so ridiculous, So earnest, So strong? [Robert returns from the bridge, gets in the car.] [ROBERT] There we go. All done. You ready? Just give me one second. [As Francesca begins to sing, he indicates he needs one more minute. He takes a final look, then they drive home.] [FRANCESCA] What do you call a man like this? How to describe his hands, So tense and so easy, So controlled but unpredictable— The tornado of his eyes Shining bright, Finding light… Wanting something, Knowing something, Seeing something, Something holy— Something newly born Without a name.