Time, sitting on   Waiting for the mood to make me real   And then I will reveal   That you, you are the only one who knows   Just which way the wind blows   And who else is real      If you believe in God then believe in me, 'cos when you get there you will know   It's not a crossroads, a the junction, where the Devil sells his soul      The air it blows and no-one knows just where it's been   And high above with weightless love there's nothing       And should we stumble on a stone   That makes you feel like you're alone   And should we stumble on a star   Which we believe will take us far      I'm looking back, and only I can blame myself for what I've been   And who I've seen   But that's for the best, I guess   With a crossroads far behind, a junction I will find