Clouds go in, go out
Wondering what you're thinking
A mind as blank as wood, or perhaps?
Excellent brain or thoughts
Words, no communication
Unable to exchange and connect
Yesterday, making no concessions
No place for doubts, nor green beliefs
But when we meet there is no escape
No words, no doubts, no better way
One must have a heart to love Cohen...
The path I choose, the steps I made
I don't know what you're thinking
But my old soul is undoubtful you