by David Crosby



You are walking

You've always been walking

Stumbling half-blinded

And dry as the wind

That strafes you and leaves you

To lie in the sand

And the wall stretches endless beside you to nowhere

This wall that you've been trying to cross for years

This fence made of tears

No one hears



You see a door

Ah, such a great open door

You know that your eyes tellin' lies

Still you chance

A shambling run, a ridiculous dance

Like a scarecrow that's hung up to dry on a fencepole

And there's a place like vacuum waiting inside you

For you to get  through

To the blue



You scent the water

Fresh green grass, food and water

Your breath is scraping your brain into dust

Your rusty old engine is ready to bust

You cannot believe it that they would not trust you

The door is wavering

Is that your eyes?

Are they still telling lies?

What are lies?