Bono wrote a poem
I dreamed of it last night
I was driving down the road
And everything was right

I desired to read his poem
And started for my search
My dream it kept repeating
As though it were a lurch

And as I tossed and turned
A reflection came upon me
If Bono wrote this poem
And if only I could read it

Then all my problems would be solved
And nothing else would need it