Written by David Crosby



I have wasted ten years in a blind-fold,

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

I have travelled bevelled mirrors in a fly crawl,

Losing the reflection of a fight.



But like a compass seeking north, (seeking north).

There lives in me a still, sure, spirit part.

Clouds of doubt are cut asunder (clouds of doubt).

By the lightning and the thunder

Shining from the compass of my heart (shining from 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 for the mercy of the cat.



But like a compass seeking north, (seeking north).

There lives in me a still, sure, spirit part.

Clouds of doubt are cut asunder (clouds of doubt).

By the lightning and the thunder

Shining from the compass of my heart (shining from my heart).