Whoever you are, just pick out a star To shine your light, the thing is at night That the clouds get tight, and fold upon, and you tell me where's it gone? Whoever you are, just pick out a star To shine your light, the thing is at night That the clouds get tight, and fold upon, and you tell me where's it gone? Holding the compass ain't the way I've got to roam You know it takes me straight home Computer brain could guide a train Along its path without help from a guy Who's prejudiced eye would see the track, see the track go back Computer brain could guide a train Along its path without help from a guy Who's prеjudiced eye would see thе track, see the track go back Many a time I'll point to a sign Which way to go, maybe I'll know If the wind doesn't blow the words around, to different ground