Nexus

This song is on Dan Fogelberg's double album "The Innocent Age" released August 1981
I think I have 2 of those albums in my house somewhere, I know that I did at 1 time-I have this CD
The Innocent Age drew its inspiration from Thomas Wolfe's major novel Of Time and the River
The Rolling Stone Album Guide deemed the album "banal and overblown"
I say the Rolling Stone Album Guide is "banal and overblown" and definitely not this album
Dan Fogelberg - acoustic and electric guitars, bass, Coral electric sitar, percussion, lead and background vocals
Joni Mitchell - vocal descant
Russ Kunkel - drums
Don Alias - congas, shakers, African drums, quido, cowbells
Heart Of Darkness Chorale - chants
Producers  Dan Fogelberg and Marty Lewis
Engineer  Marty Lewis
Recorded at Northstar Studios (Boulder, CO); Caribou Ranch (Nederland, CO); Rudy Records and Wally Heider Studios (Hollywood, CA)
Sunset Sound (Los Angeles, CA); Record Plant (Sausalito, CA) 
Mixed at Sunset Sound
Cover Design  Kosh
Cover Photography  Dan Fogelberg and Andy Katz
Liner Photography  Andy Katz
Liner Notes  David Awells
Text  Thomas Wolfe

Across the vein of night there cuts a path of searing light 
Burning like a beacon on the edges of our sight 
At the point of total darkness and the lights divine divide 
A soul can let its shadow stretch and land on either side, either side 
And balanced on the precipice the moment must reveal 
Naked in the face of time, our race within the wheel 
As we hang beneath the heavens, and we hover over hell 
Our hearts become the instruments we learn to play so well 
So wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight 
Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright 
Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light 
Outside the pull of gravity, beyond the spectral veil 
Within our careful reasoning, we search to no avail 
For the constant in the chaos, for the fulcrum in the void 
Following a destiny our steps cannot avoid 
Across the vein of night there cuts a path of searing light 
Burning like a beacon on the edges of our sight 
At the point of total darkness and the lights divine divide 
A soul can let its shadow stretch and land on either side 
Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight 
Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright 
Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light 
In a spiral never-ending are we drawn towards the source 
Spinning at the mercy of an unrelenting force 
So we stare into the emptiness and fall beneath the weight 
Circling the Nexus in a fevered dance with fate 
Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight 
Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright 
Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light
~~~ Dan Fogelberg ~~~