Looking straight for myself

Yes, it’s me, man
Who does any thing
Thinking of you;
It’s me, thinking that you are in the air
Telling me from your place
What’s going on
Out there!

May be it’s you, man,
Working very hard
Over here
To find a place on your own
To make love
In the world.

And where
Is that world outside there?
Are we really us?
And what are we?
What are we doing, over here?

What does communication mean?

It’s me, man,
Master of my life
Looking straight for my faith
My religion
My philosophy.
Looking straight for myself.

London 1985