Eyes Closed

Don't know where I'm going
Don't know which way the wind is blowing
I have my eyes closed
I have my eyes closed

You were there
In yesteryear
A book of poems
A jug of beer

Don't know where I'm going
Don't know which way the wind is blowing
I have my eyes closed
I have my eyes closed

Give me a guitar
Give me an open road
Let's restart the fire
I've grown so cold

Don't know where I'm going
Don't know which way the wind is blowing
I have my eyes closed
I have my eyes closed

I have to wake up
You have to wake up
We all have to wake up
We all have to wake up

Or is it too late?
Is it too late?
Is it too late?
Is it too late?