Acts of kindness, like breadcrumbs in a fairytale forest
Lead us past dangers as light melts the darkness
But I don't believe, and I'm not consoled
I lean closer to the fire, but I'm cold
The earth was born in a storm
The waters receded, the mountains were formed
"The universe loves a drama*," you know
And ladies and gentlemen this is the show
I got a call from my broker
The broker informed me I'm broke
I was dealing my last hand of poker
My cards were useless as smoke
Oh, guardian angel
Don't taunt me like this, on a clear summer evening as soft as a kiss
My children are laughing, not a whisper of care
My love is brushing her long chestnut hair
I don't believe a heart can be filled to the brim
Then vanish like mist as though life were a whim
Maybe the heart is part of the mist
And that's all that there is or could ever exist
Maybe and maybe and maybe some more
Maybe's the exit that I'm looking for
I got a call from my broker
The broker said he was mistaken
Maybe some virus or brokerage joke
And he hopes that my faith isn't shaken
Acts of kindness
Like rain in a draught
Release the spirit with a whoop and a shout
I don't believe we were born to be sheep in a flock
To pantomime prayers with the hands of a clock
* Observation by E.B. after 2004 presidential election.
Guitarra: Paul Simon
Electrónica: Brian Eno
Bajo: Abraham Laboriel
Batería: Steve Gadd y Robin Dimaggio
Harmonium (Organo): Gil Goldstein
© 2006 Paul Simon Music BMI
Disco: Surprise
Comentarios: Reflexión melancólica sobre la incertidumbre y la falta de certezas en la vida. Paul Simon explora la fragilidad de la fe—en la bondad, en el destino, en la estabilidad—con imágenes poéticas y un tono escéptico. A través de metáforas como el fuego que no calienta y el universo como un espectáculo dramático, la canción sugiere que la vida es caótica y que la búsqueda de significado puede ser en vano. Sin embargo, también deja espacio para la duda y la posibilidad de que el misterio mismo sea la respuesta.