Из альбома: The Quarter After
How will you know
the way back home on your own?
Do you need a ride,
to help you find all you hide?
I will come rain or shine
to ease your uphill climb
see for yourself
where you come from
where you belong
are you searching for something more
or distant shores
if you wish to feel free
reach for the highest tree
paint your own reflections
in the golden haze of sunrise
I could be a mirror to you
peering through
your point of you
feel with your eyes
and recognize the clear blues skies
reveal all your pain
and bring some light
to falling rain
I've watched you grow and change
and still your truth remains
paint your own reflections
in the golden haze of sunrise
I could be mirror to you
peering through
your point of view