| I stepped out of the St. James Hotel, I’d left you behind curled up like a child | 
| A change is gonna come, and as the door whispered shut | 
| I walked on down the high-windowed hall | 
| You lay sleeping on the unmade bed, the weatherman on the television | 
| In the St. James Hotel said that the rains are gonna come | 
| And I stepped out on the streets all sparkling clean with the early morning dew | 
| Maybe it was you or maybe it was me? | 
| You came on like a punch in the heart | 
| You lying there with the light on your hair | 
| like a Jesus on the moon | 
| A Jesus of the planets and the stars | 
| Well, I kept thinking about what the weatherman said | 
| And if the voices of the living can be heard by the dead | 
| Well, the day is gonna come when we find out | 
| And in some kinda way I take a little comfort from that now and then | 
| Cause people often talk about being scared of change | 
| But for me I’m more afraid of things staying the same | 
| Cause the game is never won by standing in any one place for too long | 
| Maybe it was you or maybe it was me? | 
| But there was a chord in you I could not find to strike | 
| You lying there with all the light in your hair like a Jesus of the moon | 
| A Jesus of the planets and the stars | 
| I see the many girls walking down the empty streets | 
| And maybe once or twice one of them smiles at me | 
| You can’t blame anyone for saying hello | 
| I say hey, I say hello, I say hello | 
| Will it be me or will it be you? | 
| One must stay and one depart | 
| You lying there in a St. James Hotel bed | 
| Like a Jesus of the moon | 
| A Jesus of the planets and the stars | 
| I say hello, hello, hello |