(John Lodge) Maybe maybe I'm wrong to go on thinking, to sing my song maybe this world's falling down call up the trumpeters and knock the walls down Someone who needs someone who feels someone who sees can find you Slowly slowly we walk no harm in crying, no sense in talk slowly the ice melts away call on the choir to sing and turn no-one away Someone who needs someone who feels someone who sees can find you someone who needs someone who feels someone who sees can find you Maybe maybe I'm wrong the river holds its breath the sea will keep its calm slowly slowly we turn a look at where we've been the juggler has to learn Someone who needs someone who feels someone who sees can find you someone who needs someone who feels someone who sees can find you --------------------------------------------------------
