| Hello darkness, my old friend | | |
| Because a vision softly creeping | | |
| And the vision that was planted in my brain | | |
| In restless dreams I walked alone | | |
| ‘neath the halo of a street lamp | | |
| When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light | | |
| And in the naked light I saw | | |
| People talking without speaking, | | |
| People writing songs | | |
| And no one dare | | |
| Fools ,said I, you do not know | | |
| Hear my words that I might teach you | | |
| But my words like silent raindrops fell | | |
| And the people bowed and prayed | | |
| And the sign flashed out its warning | | |
| And the sign said, the words of the prophets | | |
| And whispered | | |