Dweller on the Threshold by Van Morrison (what a great title - it's got something to do with theosophy)
I'm a dweller on the threshold
And I'm waiting at the door
And I'm standing in the darkness
I don't want to wait no more
I have seen without perceiving
I have been another man
Let me pierce the realm of glamour
So I know just what I am
Was listening to this walking in the darkness on the rainy, tree shadowy street towards Church Vale
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