If you never want to be here, 
out there in the meadows, 
beneath the glistening stars,
I would understand.

If you never want to hear this song,
about how strangers fall in love,
sitting down face to face in a coffee shop,
I would understand. 

But if you ever take the midnight train,
drenched to your toes in the winter rain,
Let me know, ‘cause I will be waiting,
Let me know ‘cause I will be wanting
To be with you, as you want me to be.
As a stranger or as a lover estranged,
As a Saint or simply as a lost friend. 

If you never want to read this poem,
about a lover’s prayer to the gods,
written on the walls of a subway station,
I would understand. 

If you never want to run away,
to the plains of the evermore pleasures,
with a soul desperate for your gaze,
I would understand. 

But on a hot New York summer night,
as you seek the shadows of the street lights,
Let me know, ‘cause I will be willing,
Let me know, ‘cause I will be feeling,
Your presence causing my existence.
As a child, seeking its mothers embrace,
As a god fearing man finding his grace.