Text: Steve Winwood. About Time. Horizon.

Horizon in the distant sky
The steady line fixed my eye
For a million miles

Long quiet of the afternoon
Dripping lights of evening
I?m no longer blue

There?s a lamp
If you?ve lost your way
Stars to guide
Soft fields to lay

Safe harbor from a restless sea
Deep pools of silence calm me
So I can be

Wind whispers
The fog has cleared
The sound of sacred music
That I long to hear

I am here to the very end
No more anxious thoughts within

New seasons pass in front of me
Now there?s a world where I find
I can smile at thee