I hold the world in the palm of my hand
With the moon on my shoulders each night that I stand
Some men find it heavy
I find myself at home
But where am I destined
Just where am I going?
My body kept forth, unknowing, unknowing
But I hold the world in the palm of my hand
And the sun and the moon are the best of our friends
Next to the ocean's waves
And as we are nearing the entrance of summer
A new constellation is made
And she told me the meaning of living
In a language that I couldn't speak
For a beautiful painting's worth more to a blind man
Than it is to those who see
Go away from these walls
I'll never turn around
I'll never turn around
I'll never