Down here with my hands Upon the soil from which they came I feel closer to you, closer to me Further from opposing forces that be And I think my spirit Has been tryin' to talk to me But, how could it compete with the Ceaseless cacophony of the city? Of the city? There's somethin' about Sinkin' my hands into the sand That brings me back to you And these days everyone Has got somethin' to say Deficient opinions have Swept my faith in men away And I think my spirit Has been tryin' to talk to me But, all that I can hear is the Ceaseless cacophony of the city But since you came to me (since you came to me) The shadows have retreated (retreated) And when I begin to doubt myself Your gentle words of love Remind me that I'm needed That I'm needed That I'm needed And I think my spirit Has has been tryin' to talk to me But all that I can hear is the Ceaseless cacophony of the city But since you came to me (since you came to me) The shadows have retreated (retreated) And when I begin to doubt myself Your gentle words of love Remind me that I'm needed Since you came to me (since you came to me) The shadows have retreated (retreated) And when I begin to doubt myself Your gentle words of love Remind me that I'm needed That I'm needed That I'm needed