Standing by the ocean watch it tear away the shore
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Glide out upon the desert, the horizon is the door
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And though your voice is shouting above the wind it can't be heard
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Drop all sense of reason, it's there you'll find your worth
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And though you are surrounded, feeling quite alone
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There's a light to guide you home
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If you stand with your face to the wind off the water
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At the point of lands end where the ocean begins
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Look to the memory of the ones gone before
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The light and meaning of the voices on the wind
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Searching for safe passage as you knock on every door
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You still can hear the howling of the mongrel dogs of war
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You call our for some comfort seeking shelter from the night
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A raging rain's upon you feeling tired of the fight
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And though you are surrounded, feeling quite alone
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There's a light to guide you home
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If you stand with your face to the wind off the water
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At the point of lands end where the ocean begins
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Look to the memory of the ones gone before
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The light and meaning of the voices on the wind
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Their words carry over water, and fall back down to earth
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What follows is the silence as you contemplate their worth
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A vision comes before you, but the meaning's still unclear
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Standing at the threshold as you watch it disappear
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And though you are surrounded, feeling quite alone
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There's a light to guide you home
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If you stand with your face to the wind off the water
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At the point of lands end where the ocean begins
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Look to the memory of the ones gone before
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The light and meaning of the voices on the wind
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Voices On The Wind
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| Little Feat |
