Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
I lived on the small Cycladian island of Ios in Greece for several months in 1976. I rented a small room from a fisherman who lived near the wharf, for a mere handful of drachmas a day. One day I decided to hike up the mountain to a small taverna to have dinner and a drink. I sang this song the whole way.
When I got to the old building, several miles away, I was amazed to find this song that I had been singing to myself playing on the jukebox in real time. Good ol' Grateful Dead.