Odd that the doe, who looks like it wants to speak Is the same doe I saw in my yard last week Can I believe that it's you I'd like to believe that it's you Calling on me Why is the urge that roused me out of a dream Not then a sign every night beckoning my relief Should I believe that it's you I'd laugh to believe that it's you Hastening me Come on man, have a little faith Why be after what is plain See me everywhere I am I want to know that it's you Am I to believe that it's you Following me