Caruso
Infinity gives me chills, so could the waters of Iceland
But there's a diff'rence in finding diamonds and rust
And rhinestones in a dishpan
Miracles bowl me over and often will they do so
Now I think I was asleep till I heard the voice of the great Caruso
Bring infinity home let me embrace it one more time
Make it the lilies of the field or Caruso in his prime
A friend of mine gave me a tape
She'd copied from a record disc
It was made at the turn of the century
And found in a jacket labeled "misc"
And to cellos, harps and flugelhorns
With the precision of a hummingbird's heart
Was the lord of the monarch butterflies,
One time ruler of the world of art.
Bring infinity home let me embrace it one more time
Make it the lilies of the field or Caruso in his prime
Yeah the king of them all was Enrico, whose singular chest could rival
A hundred fervent Baptists giving forth in a tent revival
It's true he was a vocal miracle, but that's only secondary
It's the soul of the monarch butterfly that I find a little bit scary
Bring infinity home let me embrace it one more time
Make it the lilies of the field or Caruso in his prime
Perhaps he's just a vehicle to bear us to the hills of truth
That's Truth spelled with a great big T and peddled in the mystic's booth
There are oh so many miracles that the western sky exposes
Why go looking for lilacs when you're lying in a bed of roses?
Bring infinity home let me embrace it one more time
Make it the lilies of the field or Caruso in his prime
