Look over your shoulder and tell me what’s coming,
Tell me, what is the bogey that you’re so afraid of?
The eyes in the back of our heads can persuade that, just for the moment, mercy has swayed,
Look over your shoulder and tell me what’s coming.
Look into your sad eyes and tell me what you see,
What is left of the child who’s hiding behind them?
Who longs to be laughing in places of light?
Who knows that the morning will follow the night?
Look into your sad eyes and tell me what you see.
If you must be afraid, be afraid of yourself, for being afraid of the fears you have felt,
You will weather well in a climate of love.
It takes more than your passion, and more than your pain, for the rock of forgiveness to melt in the rain,
Look over your shoulder and tell me what’s coming,
Look into your sad eyes and tell me what you see,
Look over your shoulder and tell me what’s coming.
