Walk on the dusty road
Without any shoes
See all the people out there
Singing the blues
Ive got my trouble but
Im paying my dues
It isnt easy but
Theres too much to lose
Manys the time
I have wandered alone
Looking this way and that
For something unknown
But where can a good king go
Without his throne?
Manys the good man
Lost in his prime
The path of fortune
Took him well before his time
He aint got his trouble
But Ive still got mine
Got to find some freedom
Before I start to decline
The moon is rising and
Im still on my own
This must be life I guess
The seeds have been sown
Where can he go, who can he see
Is there anybody, its easy to be
Find him a stairway, find him a tree
And while youre doing it
Please wont you find one for me
The unbeliever says
Its hard to believe
Im told the preacher
Frowns on those who deceive
The winds of winter
Steal leaves from the trees
The path of fortune
Is getting closer to me
The snow is falling
And the thruth is obscured
I think of all the things
My soul has endured
Cursing this loneliness
That cant be cured