I know not where my path may lead
Nor why it may lead there
I do know that along this path
I'll have to cut my hair

So here's the knife, Delilah
Make my 'do less-than-long
But give me back my blade for when
I'm no longer this strong

For then I'll call upon the gods
Above, below, and deep
That their strength may attempt replace
The one I cannot keep

A cut of hand, a mighty yell
Strength and I are fused
And down this path I barrel on
By false love, I'm abused

I know all this, and yet I go
The rest, to me, unknown
And somewhere down the path I trail
I wind up not alone