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