Smally met a girl, they found an apartment They settled in a small town, to get out of the war zone He never had a dime, they moved on one day But now he's waiting tables for his lady down the road He needed a sign, a sign To wake him up and bring him back to life Selfish little girl, she wanted to go away She couldn't have somebody telling her what to do And now she's sleepless in Seattle for the night With her Hollywood dreams around She gives a little take, says call while he's on break Says she hardly knows herself She needed a sign, a sign To wake her up and bring her a new life They created a lie, a terrible lie To break them up and bring them a new life Pain is brought to speech And when pain is brought to speech, it turns to energy If pain is not brought to speech, it turns to despair So if that simple little formulation is correct Then the ones that make a difference are the ones who bring pain to speech Walter Brueggemann, 2020