| I believe in Cedar Falls. |
| And I know I’m no miracle but I long to see your face |
| dried from crying and learning that you love to live. |
| If you ask a dead man what he’s learned from dying he’d say, |
| «Give and give and give. That’s how you live.» |
| I believe in Cedar Falls. |
| And I know I’m no miracle but in the song about birds |
| we were sailors watching them dive into the sea. |
| You said, «that one up there calling out and crying, |
| that one’s you and me. Plunging our hearts into the sea.» |
| I believe in Cedar Falls. |
| And I know I’m no miracle but darling like a little tree |
| reaches up to the sun, would you reach for the warmth inside of me? |
| Could you thrive on my love? |
| Oh let me, let me love. |
| I believe in Cedar Falls. |
| And I know I’m no miracle but I hope to see you someday |
| as a fountain and I hope you see me someday as a friend |
| and I hope we meet on the other side of this mountain |
| where we find out love don’t end. |
| It just winds and turns and bends. |
| I believe in Cedar Falls. |