Many a time I'll point to a sign Which way to go, maybe I'll know If the wind doesn't blow the words around, to different ground
Whoever you are, just pick out a star To shine your light, the thing is at night That the clouds get tight, and fold upon, and then where's it gone?
Holding the compass ain't the way I've got to roam You know it takes me Straight home
Computer brain could guide a train Along it's path without help from a guy Who's prejudiced eye would see the track, see the track go backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
