Find the line where my eyes meet
cracked and faded rusted feet.
A perfect likeness, she's miles away.
My hands are shaking, I blur to grey.
Look in these eyes, I am a window. One tiny voice, one tiny whisper.
I should get going, some righteous path.
Vacant future and naked past
the slightest whisper inside my head.
I'm spinning down.
Look in these eyes, I am a window.
And in these dreams, I am a vision.
Look at my life, I am a mirror.
One tiny voice, one tiny whisper.
Notes about Video: Again, taken from Anne Delisi's "Backstage Pass" program on PBS in Detroit. With Asta, George and me, are Frank Greenhalgh on bass and Ken Capton on drums.