Air Supply

The weight is my soul



In the night when you're lonely and you can't find a word for how you feel There's a place that you know of where the lights are so low they're hardly real, In a chair on the front verandah is a weight with a thought to set you free. The weight is my soul The weight is my soul, come to me. I can see through the streetlights where the evening air is turning round All I hear is the hangin' of the moon and the stars on the sky. In a chair on the front verandah is a weight with a thought to set you free. The weight is my soul The weight is my soul, come to me. Have you thought of the times when your heart and your mind are free Have you thought of the times when your heart and your mind are free In the night when you're lonely and you can't find a word for how you feel, There's a place that you know of where the lights are so low they're hardly real, In a chair on the front verandah is a weight with a thought to set you free The weight is my soul The weight is my soul, come to me.