From the recording Hastings End
Lyrics
POINT OF VIEW
Time moves one way
You roam another
And everything changes but you
Nowhere in nature
Is there such a constant
As your point of view
You walk so tall
You could see over mountains
With your head in the clouds
And then you dive down
To peer under oceans
Until it feels you might drown
Well, you could be
A scholar of scholars
With their lenses
Over your eyes.
Then when would you see
What’s right in front of you
With your own naked sight?
You’re on a hill
Then you’re in a valley
You’re flying over the moon
Well, is this your station
Or is it a train wreck?
Shooting blanks At high noon.
And, here I am
Looking out
With my eyes wide open
And I’m still here
In the dark
When I close them