Reflection

Behold, the man, the stranger, the working man's son He reflected the mountain Now all souls can see what's been done And the word spread fast as wild fire But the people changed as the wind swept higher And the crowd's got huge, man, you should've seen the choir And in two years he made the cover of time The albino priest with the psychic mind You wanna see Mr. Snow, you better get in line, yeah He might've been fine, he might've got through it, okay If not for the girl When he saw her, I guess, everything changed And the loose in him, wound up tight And the flanks all faded in the faring light And the needy people seemed an oversight He knew about things he couldn't know He knew about people and he told them so But until he touched her, he didn't know She let him know, oh,oh