On a winter’s morning, looking at the snow

When the winds of appetite, no longer blow

You will find a peace of mind of a very special kind

Where everything you know is already known

You can call on one more fantasy or you can see things as they are

You can take life on life’s terms or you can wish upon a star

When it’s not budging, keep on trudging, keep keeping on

When nothing’s doing, keep moving through, and keep keeping on

Then you will find a peace of mind, of a very special kind

Where everything you know is already known

It’s those that know they don’t know – they’re the ones that know – you know

It’s those that know they don’t know-they’re the ones that know – you know

It’s all already known