There was a sweetness in your face, like a glow, and it filled me with hope.
I guess you put me in my place, so I cried, and I felt like a dope.
Tried to trust, but I didn't know how, but I'm getting it now: God, if any only knows.

They say that love is letting go. I agree; that's a sensible theme.
But what I do and what I know - well, they don't often work as a team.
Tried to trust, but I didn't know how, but I'm getting it now: God, if any only knows.

People throw up their hands and they look to the sky;
all their pitiful plans always going awry.
If someone understands, let me know, 'cause I know that there aren't many.

Inexpressible fear - is that all that we shared?
And the damaged veneer of the lonely and scared?
But it's finally clear I can hand it to God, comma, if any.

So here's the lesson for today - that there's not really anything wrong,
wrapped in a guy called Ernest Ray (!); well, he left - but he left me this song.
I tried to trust, but I didn't know how, but I'm getting it now: God, if any only knows.