Street Preacher

I met a man in the centre of a city as the sun set down He told me a train bound for glory as he shook my hand And spoke of a silent weaving voice That threads its song throughout the whole of life The world was angry, fires were burning in ancient city streets As cultures clashed and people fled their homes to find Some safer place to be He spoke of a silent weaving voice That threads its song throughout the whole of life He says: "You can't see it, you can't touch it But I know that it's there" The night grew darker, windows lit up all along the harbourside Drunken voices slurred their stories, music roared Beneath the orange glowing sky And he spoke of a silent weaving voice That threads its song throughout the whole of life