I pulled out the biggest book That i could find encyclopedia And looked for your name Dreams fall down from the sky Creating a another way to see The ground before me I dream to be a waterfall Turned into me, turned into A buttercup and start melting Spilling out upon the floor seeking cracks amongst the boards i go without saying On the bottom stair Cry for me upon the floor Follow me into the fabric Of what i am weaving A tapestry of green and gold A children's tale to unfold I know that i'm leaving Bushmen, doctor, merchant, cook, all of them can sing inside their heads that are turning Across the sea i see the lights Another ship comes home tonight I hope all is well On the bottom stair I wish that i could be in another time and place But wherever i go i always See your face On the bottom stair