Tom Rapp - Harding Street lyrics

Rapp I met a girl today, She asked me if I knew her. Around her neck she wore The small half of a wishbone. She never trusted Happiness or strangers 'Cause both of them Are just the same They're just the same to her. I saw my friend on Harding Street, And I asked to have a word. When she was a child, She saw Jesus in the flowers. The wind was the breath of God Whispering in the world. And when she found that She couldn't be a saint For all the men who found her, She was like some magic creature That dissolves in its own tears. I saw my friend on Harding Street, And I talked to him of fear. She raised her hand to touch my face She offered to be kinder, and I said If I wasn't lost myself I'd be the first to find you. When she says she hates to be alone, What can you tell her That she hasn't heard at least A hundred times before? I saw my friend on Harding Street, And said that I didn't want anymore. "I think you want a priest," I said, With magic in his fingers. He will save you with his touch, And he will heal you with his body. Perhaps our crowns of loneliness Would not just lock together If love was something better than it is. I must go back to Harding Street, So I can try again.