Intro. (Acoustic Guitar)

I have wasted ten years in a (flind **) blind-fold

Ten-fold more than I've invested now in sight

I have traveled beveled mirrors in a fly crawl

Losing the reflection of a fight



But like a compass seeking north

There lives in me a still sure spirit part

Clouds of doubt are cut asunder

By the lightning and the thunder

Shining from the compass of my heart



I have flown the frantic flight of the bat-wing

And only known the dark because of that

I have seized death's door-handle

Like a fish out of the water

Waiting, waiting for the mercy of the cat



But like a compass seeking north

There lives in me a still sure spirit part

Clouds of doubt are cut asunder

By the lightning and the thunder

Shining from the compass of my heart



© 1987 Stay Straight Music (BMI)

** Crosby error was going to say 'flind-bold' and corrected himself