Well, I’m getting older now
I’m letting go of all the anger
That I should’ve dealt with
A long time ago


But still, I’m feeling down, my friend
I see the pain in your eyes
And I understand that
It starts again


So that old North wind is gonna keep right on blowin’
That old cold river is gonna keep right on flowin’
And where we live there won't be any yellow brick roads
To carry us home


So Girl, please don’t cry again
I won’t give up
And I promise that I would never leave you
Out there alone


So, if you ever need a friend
A kindred soul
That can see the light you radiate
Through this darkened world


We can hoist our sails and drift right on through the cold
We could escape the desert of our tired and wounded souls
Because where we’re going we won’t need any yellow brick roads
To carry us home
To carry you home
To carry we home