Bodhisattva

One comes running on a silver plain
One comes dividing everything again
One come only when it’s safe to pray
One comes always just a little too late
Sunday morning coming cold and grey
Someone at the door keeps calling my name
Wish That I could tell it all to go away
Rinding every night through the storms of fate
I’ve been waiting, I’ve been hoping
I’v been thinking, I can’t take it anymore
Can’t run away
One comes riding on a quiet day
Coming with the power of a falling wave
When she comes t touch your lonely face
Lover in the nightime full of grace