David Crosby: "Thousand Roads"

i used to walk around with my eyes on fire
my nerves real close to my skin
i had a fistful of questions and a brand on my cheek
we would skate where the ice got thin
and the smoke blowing down from a cabin on a hilltop
the smoke blowing down in the street
some kind of sweet-smelling mystical backdrop
to the story unfolding at my feet
there's an edge to the twist of an acrobat in the air
there's an edge to the twist of the knife
there's a hard heart of darkness hovering there
just around the corner from life
and i have no answers
i've got no patented path to set you free
besides i wouldn't know where you wanted to go
and it's probably not the same place as me
now there's a thousand roads up this mountain
you can get lost in a minute if you try
and it's probably enough that i was just laughing today
looking this close in your eye