Robin Trower Jigsaw
At the center of the universe or on the street without a name
All the pieces will fit together just the same
Darkest day or the brightest sky or burned a little by the flame
All the pieces will fit together just the same
Rest into another dawn reaching for a spotlight game
Then lead onto, onto a life of constant rain
Whether in a time of gifts or colors turning pale
Some must go astray while others shall prevail
Taking one bolder step may not be free of pain
But all the pieces will fit together just the same
All the pieces will fit together just the same
