I'm Home - Jack Bruce, Robin Trower

My mind is clear

And it all seems

Just the same

The door ajar

One step-not far

I softly call your name

But here in this place

I tear at the past

The shreds lay scattered at my feet

The days lose their place

(I ran from the star)

Can’t even claim a noble defeat

A dream-not safe

Right time-wrong face

A senseless fall from grace

Now here in this place

I tear at the past

The shreds lay scattered at my feet

The days lose their place

(I ran from the star)

Can’t even claim a noble defeat

Your eyes cast down

The prize disowned

And life goes into reverse