Seems like he had to look a long time before he gathered any answers And by the time they came, he was just about down Saw him looking in the schoolyard in the churches and the poolhall Trying to find an exit from desolation town Halcyon nights and radio waves Signal Signal Signal Never fade away The day that he heard it he was looking in the mirror There were no more threads, there was no more help And he knew without doubt that the Classics of Love would not come from some bright star above but would only be delivered through his own self