Caruso

Infinity gives me chills So could the waters of Iceland But there's a difference in finding diamonds in 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 midst 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 Yes, the king of them all was Enrico Whose singular chest could rival A hundred fervent Baptists Giving forth in a tent revival True he was a vocal miracle But that's only secondary It's the sould 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