look how far

bruce cockburn

on this rooftop where we're sitting

in the rays of the setting sun

glasses of wine on a crate between us

catch the light

seem to glow from within

and there's a laugh

hanging in the air

and there's no

desperation anywhere

so many miles

so many doors

some need patience

some need force

all fall open in their own due course

to allow us this time

and your limned

in light

golden and thin

looks to me

like you're lit up from within

and look how far the light came

look how far the light came

look how far the light came

to paint you

this way

and i picture us in this light

friendship a fine silver web

stretched across golden smoky haze

and this is simple

and this is grace

and this light

is a guest from far away

passing through

the last whisper of day

and look how far the light came

look how far the light came

look how far the light came

to paint you

this way