Из альбома: It's All Coming Back to Me Now...
by David Crosby)
Well I used to walk around
With my eyes on fire
Well I used to walk around
With my eyes on fire
My nerves real close to my skin
Had a fist full of ouestions
A brand on my cheek
And we would skate
Where the ice got thin
And the smoke blowin' down
From a cabin on a hilltop
Smoke blowin' down in the street
Some kind of sweet smellin'
Mystical backdrop
To the story unfolding
At my feet
Now there's an edge to the twist
Of an acrobat in the air
There's an edge
To the twist of a knife
There's a hard heart of darkness
Hovering there
Just around-the corner from life
I have no answers
I got no patented path to set you free
Besides I wouldn't know
Where you wanted to go
And it's probably not the same
Place as me
There's a thousand roads
Up this mountain
You can get lost in a minute
If you try
And it's probably enough
That I was laughing today
Lookin' this close in your eye
I said there was a
Thousand roads up this mountain
You can get lost
If you try
It's probably enough
That I was laughing today
Looking this close in your eye
In your eye
In your eye