Lyrics:

Odd that the doe, who looks like it wants to speak
Is the same doe I saw in my yard last week

Can I believe that it's you
I'd like to believe that it's you
Calling on me

Why is the urge that roused me out of a dream
Not then a sign every night beckoning my relief

Should I believe that it's you
I'd laugh to believe that it's you
Hastening me

Come on man, have a little faith
Why be after what is plain
See me everywhere I am

I want to know that it's you
Am I to believe that it's you
Following me