He has been living through the pages of our time
From the four corners of the compass
To what there is to be believed in
It's in all things natural
Sometimes it's just not that easy
Sometimes I go to call you, call you
And it all sails so smoothly with a prayer at each hand
We all carry our stones, our good books
On the Holy ground, we stand
True to the day, true to the night
It's got to be natural, it's got to be right
Sometimes it's still not that easy
Sometimes I'm not the man I think I am
So I can be true, so I can be true to my word
Composição: Hothouse Flowers
