Tekster: 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 veranda 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 veranda 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 veranda is a weight
With a thought to set you free
The weight is my soul
The weight is my soul, come to me