i hear behind me- but i do n't stop- cuz as i 'm getting closer even the rising noise of the crowd ca n't cover it up- the song- clear as the air- ripping my heart right in two- the song , my song- early one mo-o-rning , just as the sun was rising ... and my eyes are wetting and the crowd is thinning and the path they 're clearing for me is meeting the path they 're clearing for the spackle- and just a few more people- just a few more- and the crowd opens up- and there he is- there he is in front of my eyes- and i have to stop- i have to stop cuz it feels like i ca n't even stand up- and when i say his name , it barely comes out as more than a whisper- but he hears it- i know he hears it- `` ben . ''