Infinity
Infinity gives me chills
So could the waters of Iceland
But there's a difference in finding
Diamonds in rust
And rhinestones in a dishpan
Miracles blow me over
And often will they do so
Now I think I was asleep till I heard
The voice of the great Caruso
Bring infinity home
Let me embrace it one more time
Making from lilies of the field
Lord Caruso in his prime
A friend of mine gave me a tape
She'd copied from a record disc
That was made at the turn of the century
And found in a jacket labeled misc
And the jealous harps and flugelhorns
Is the precision of a hummingbird's harp
He's the lord of the monarch butterflies
One time ruler of the world of ours
Bring infinity home
Let me embrace it one more time
Making from lilies of the field
Lord Caruso in his prime
Yeah, the king of them all was Enrico
Whose singular chest could rival
A hundred fervent Baptists
Giving forth an intent revival
It's true he was a vocal miracle
But that's only secondary
It's the soul of the monarch butterfly
That I find a little bit scary
Bring infinity home
Bring infinity home
Let me embrace it one more time
Making from lilies of the field
Lord Caruso in his prime
Perhaps he's just a vehicle
To bear us to the hills of truth
That's truth spelled with a great big T
There are oh so many miracles
But the western sky exposes
Why go looking for lilacs
When you're lying in a bed of roses
Bring infinity home
Let me embrace it one more time
Making from lilies of the field
Lord Caruso in his prime
© transcript Emily Beynon