Holding The Compass

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 you tell me where’s it gone?

Whoever you are, just pick out a star
To shine your light, the thing is at night
That the clouds get tight, and they fold upon, you tell me where’s it gone?

Holding the compass ain’t the way
I’ve got to roam
You know it takes me
Straight home
That ain’t the way – gotta roam

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

Holding the compass ain’t the way
I’ve got to roam
You know it takes me
Straight home
That ain’t the way I gotta gotta gotta roam roam roam…

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