In Thee - Live at Zellerbach Auditorium, Berkeley, CA - August 1979

Maybe I'll see you again, baby, maybe I won't
 Maybe you've bought your ticket, gone back to Detroit
 Airplanes make strangers of us all
 Give us distance much too easily
 Jim says, some destinies should not be delivered
 But you and I've seen now, baby, that still they are
 Winning it makes losers of us all
 'Cause the dice roll so indifferently
 Oh, I'll wrap myself in cities I travel
 I'll wrap myself in dreams
 I'll wrap myself in solitude
 But I wish I could wrap myself in thee
 Tonight it's hot without you, tomorrow'll be cold
 Winter will come along, driven by snow
 Love, it makes strangers of us all
 When we part, oh, so thoughtlessly
 So, I'll wrap myself in cities I travel
 I'll wrap myself in dreams
 I'll wrap myself in solitude
 But I wish I could wrap myself in thee
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 Once we breathed the breath of sweet surrender
 Pure, pure Arab air filled our atmosphere
 But pride, it makes stars of us all
 Until we fall for everyone to see
 So, I'll wrap myself in cities I travel
 I'll wrap myself in dreams
 I'll wrap myself in stranger's arms
 But I wish I could wrap myself in thee
 I'll wrap myself in cities I travel
 I'll wrap myself in dreams
 I'll wrap myself in solitude
 But I wish I could wrap myself in thee