There is geography inside you, the mystic ocean is pristine It is the spirit realm, and you are at the helm where all the hungry souls convene Your instruments
It was easy when I thought I had to go somewhere to find You now I learn I must attend to my own funeral So You may look through these eyes and draw
(Jackie Edwards / Steve Winwood) I gave you my heart right from the start, yeah yeah I gave you my heart now you tear it apart You wrote me a letter