How far away does one belong? How wide is the gulf between right and wrong? How far does love stretch careless of hate? Could it be tomorrow - turning up late? And where does one go,when the venue's not there? And do we return to our homelands elsewhere? And have we a life yet to be seen? And is tomorrow yesterday,that's ours unforeseen? Or do we perceive a line that's so bent? Or do we believe that we're all heaven sent? Or do we accept that when our time's through? We'll all play the harp,on clouds - out of view. CSN 3/85.