Well everybody's thinking They're the ones that know And everybody's knowing They're the ones to show
Well I can see So don't try to tell me You got some kind of line To the other side Where it's too green To be good And so free The prisons are in ruins
I heard all the people Talking to the preacher I followed where they're going Until I met a teacher He told me many thing He taught me very few I asked, "Which road shall I travel?" He said "That's only for you."
I've paid in my dues And I've returned my keys To the resting places of my fathers Now the wind on my face The dust at my feet To choose the direction to follow
I'll ask now again As I think the timings fair Please, won't you tell me? When the map was lost back with the compass To escape this broke down place The direction I travel... Which way may I find grace?
The times are getting heavy And the rains are coming steady So I'll pick my hole to crawl in Moving on with the weather For worse or for better Just as long as my health allows