Bruce Cockburn
You Point to the Sky
[Verse 1]
You point to the sky
The sky
Is reflected in your eyes
And I
Want to fly

[Chorus]
On a carpet of brown leaves
We retrace the steps of change
Construct a tapestry of what will come

[Verse 2]
You point to the sea
I see
What seems to be so free
Bound by
Empty sky

[Chorus]
On a tower of gray earth
Far above the spray-struck stone
We climb toward the melting point of time

[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
Here we tumble down the path
Comic beggars trading laughs
For scraps from the tables of the wise