Craig Fuller, Paul Barrere, Bill Payne, Fred Tackett



Standing by the ocean watch it tear away the shore

Glide out upon the desert, the horizon is the door

And though your voice is shouting above the wind it can't be heard

Drop all sense of reason, it's there you'll find your worth

And though you are srrounded, feeling quite alone

There's a light to guide you home



If you stand with your face to the wind off the water

At the point of lands end where the ocean begins

Look to the memory of the ones gone before

The light and meaning of the voices on the wind



Searching for safe passage as you knock on every door

You still can hear the howling of the mongrel dogs of war

You call our for some comfort seeking shelter from the night

A raging rain's upon you feeling tired of the fight

And though you are surrounded, feeling quite alone

There's a light to guide you home



If you stand with your face to the wind off the water

At the point of lands end where the ocean begins

Look to the memory of the ones gone before

The light and meaning of the voices on the wind



Thier words carry over water, and fall back down to earth

What follows is the silence as you contemplate their worth

A vision comes before you, but the meaning's still unclear

Standing at the threshold as you watch it disappear

And though you are surrounded, feeling quite alone

There's a light to guide you home



If you stand with your face to the wind off the water

At the point of lands end where the ocean begins

Look to the memory of the ones gone before

The light and meaning of the voices on the wind