Endless silver. Wave forms crash in. Sea's too big to fit in my heart. Nothings too big to fit in my heart. . Seas come, seas go. Where they stood deserts flow.
Through rutted winding streets of Kathmandu. Dodging crowded humans, cows, dogs, rickshaws. Storefronts constellated pools of blue-white. Bright against darkening walls.
Tie me at the crossroads when I die. Hang me in the wind 'til I get good and dry. And the kids that pass can scratch their heads. And say "who was that guy?".
(Bruce Cockburn). . Chorus. Tie me at the crossroads when I die. Hang me in the wind til I get good and dry. And the kids that pass can scratch their heads.