Guiding Star

When everything you own is lost
Your rolling stone has gathered moss
And all your clouds cover the sun
And all your karma has undone
I do know who you are
You're my guiding star.
Don't you think you've heard this song before?
Jesus Christ was knocking at my door
Kinda like the way he wears his gown
Kinda like the way he walks on air.
Good as golden willow
In the Son we all know.

Maybe it goes like this:
kinda like the way he wears his hair
kinda like the way he walks on air
could his golden pillow
be the sun we all know?