Eric Wood

Out There
by Eric Wood
1999 Romany Music BMI

I have no place in time
No past or history
I live each day as if it were my first
Experience, it is my only curseI not so well defined
Believed in or perceived
I fathom not in what I am immersed

I only drink the wine which whets the thirst
You're Out There, aren't you
You're Out There with me
You can't bear the suffering
You can't spare the grief

I've opened up my mind
To the peripheries
Of what seems is my own limited grasp
There's answers, but to questions I can't ask
I know that to the blind
This veil of secrecy
Is only an illusion and what's worse
The more I see, more hopelessly I search

You're Out There, aren't you
You're Out There with me
You can't bear the suffering
You can't spare the grief