Call her Ruth because she knows her Christ
Call her Sandy 'cause her heart is like ice
You can call her whatever you wish
nothing can change the person she is

Call her Maria though her real name's Eve
Don't slam the door or you'll wake her as you leave
You can tell by the pictures on her wall
she never really knew you at all

Everywhere I look is like looking in a waste
I can't see any courage or hope in your face
You say there's no point searching anymore
because whatever I find I'll have found before

I must be looking for something fantastic
All this reality gets such a test
Take what you're given, I'll take my time,
you in your small corner and I in mine