I have stood in high mountains and felt myself at home I have walked in great cities and knew I was alone I have lived my life in landscapes other men have owned suffered sun and wind and weather right down to the bone
just one life, so many doors that’s how we get through the brick wall just one life, so many doors we have nothing, we have it all
I have lived on these islands and never saw the sea I have sung in churches and did not believe I have sung in fear and anger, I thought my voice would freeze but women reached my soul at last and brought me to my knees
“if nothing is given, nothing is required sent early to bed the boy never tired alone in the dark he learned not to cry and then in his dreams he could fall, he could fly”
just one life, so many doors that’s how we get through the brick wall just one life, so many doors we have nothing, we have it all