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 back