You could walk the marshes and go far,
you could be the one to find the star.
Sometimes the path is not known
maybe the journey we've outgrown
And the rose no thorns for you,
no pricks to worry about
We suppose it's a guessing game,
no one really knows
I could be floating away,
I may not be here today
I give the impression that I'm here,
I don't know if I'm far or if I'm near
No one really knows, what's out there
We've all gone to ground, and no one cares.

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Writer(s): Kaye Woodward, Malcolm Grant, Paul Kean, Robert Scott