“Poor Man's Ecstasy” song by Christopher Cross

Who knew what love was
Who knew how good it could be
Who knew what love does
When you let go
Oh, no, not me
Till my poor man's ecstasy

You knew you love me
You wear my heart on your sleeve
So new, so lovely
Unlikely as it may be
I believe in my poor man's ecstasy

You're my poor man's ecstasy
Clouds of mercy fill the air
Hallelujah, look at me
With my poor man's ecstasy

You knew how to take
A bulletheaded man and set him free
Somehow you knew
And somehow he grew into his dreams
Gracefully with a poor man's ecstasy

You're my poor man's ecstasy
Clouds of mercy fill the air
Hallelujah, look at me
With my poor man's ecstasy
Raise a glass to mystery
Poor man's ecstasy

Ragweed in the concrete
Pushing out a rose
Child's colored chalk marks on the street
My own Van Gogh's

Who knew what love was
It always brought me to my knees
Now you call my name out
And I hear a carousel of Gershwin melodies

This can't be, it just can't be
I'm a crazy cork that's out to sea, why me
Oh, what you do to me

You're my poor man's ecstasy
Clouds of mercy fill the air
Hallelujah, look at me
Lucky as can be (lucky as can be)
You're my poor man's ecstasy
Tears or laughter; I don't care
Raise a glass to mystery
Poor man's ecstasy