Letter from Egypt

It's a pity to disturb
What happens by itself
By greed and hunger
We won't reach it any longer
You're a fool to use force
When you walk through open doors
And see this night, perhaps it falls
Not for you and I at all
All these stars, they would shine
Even if we both were blind
But something new is gonna come
We can live some day
Like if we're gone
We won't need much space
We won't need much space, then
So let me walk you down the street
Kicking leaves up with our feet
That's not a sound for us to hear
But for the blind man over there
And it's alright, baby
It's ok
Everyone
Everyone is on their way
Have a look around you
Everybody knows it's getting late
Everyone
Baby, it's OK
Everyone
Everyone is far from home these days
My love, what can I say?
Tomorrow's always been
A very special day
(As I was walking down the street last night)
(The streets were no longer mine)
(I was heading for the park)
But it's alright, baby
It's OK
(A dog strayed in front of me)
(It was the night of the sleepless people)
Have a look around
(Their clouds drifting above the treetops)
(But it was the youth in the park that really owned the night)
(Exuberant against the flickering shadows)
(None of this, however, belonged to me, yet still I was included)
(A door here and there slammed to and the stars started to appear)
(It was the end of August)
(In this troubled angelic town)
(Which you didn't leave before you receive it's blessings)