The Road Back Home

Down to the crossroad with an open mind
Tails out tapes so please rewind
Do you mind if I me take a closer look
add my name in blood and then close the book…
Now, I don’t regret so much what I said
but it’s sad some of it stayed inside my head
Jumped the garden wall, climbed the learning tree
sleep the meadows green, high the memory
Like a slave to the grind
of my own tortured mind
I just look for a road back home.
Wheels of life turning endlessly,
like the rivers run to the sea.
Now I’m grateful to you and I tried to be true,
and after all, it’s good to be alive
Bless my lucky star that you came my way
I picked up on most what you once said.
And it’s always plain for the world to see
there’s just one place where I long to be.
And I talked to the wind
where am I to begin
I just pray for the road back home
Wheels of time turning endlessly…