Another Song to Sing

Do they ask you where I am or where I’ve been
Do they ever say where is the lonely friend
Is my name whispered in your bedside prayers
Do you feel a vacant spot beside you there
Well there’s always one more path that I must walk
And there’s people I should sit down with and talk
And somebody might appreciate the flowers I could bring
So there’s always another song to sing
Do you tell them I was wilder than the wind
Do you remember that I needed lots of friends
And at other times I’d rather be alon
Where I could not be found when I was gone
Well there’s always one more canyon to explore
To touch the things left by those gone before
At the top of the tiniest hill I can feel like I’m a king
And there’s always another song to sing