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 fold upon, and 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

Computer brain could guide a train
Along its path without help from a guy
Who's prejudiced eye would see the track, see the track go back

Computer brain could guide a train
Along its path without help from a guy
Who's prеjudiced eye would see thе track, see the track go back

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