Not an ounce excessive, not an inch too little Our easy reciprocations You let me know The way a boat would feel, if it could feel The intimate support of water The news your bring me has been news forever And that I understand what a stone would say Is it sad a grassblade Can't know how it is lovely? It is said that you can't know, except by hearsay You are the way, you are the way My gossiping failing words say you are the way You are the way But that's excessive, and too little Knowing the way a circle would describe its roundness We touch two selves And feel, complete and gentle The intimate support of being The way that flight would feel a bird flying Is the way a space that's in a stone that's in a water Would know itself If it had our way of knowing If it had our way of knowing, well It is said that you can't know, except by hearsay You are the way, you are the way My gossiping failing words say you are the way You are the way It is said that you can't know, except by hearsay You are the way, you are the way My gossiping failing words say you are the way You are the way A water is that can clinch its palm and crumble A boat's confiding timbers? Timbers My gossiping failing words say you are the way You are the way Oh you are the way