I’m here in New England, perhaps sensing a change. Looking up at the cloud cover, tasting sweet rain. Glancing back at the path I traveled, in order to get here, and then I turn around to the road ahead, and try to quell my fear.
And I’m trying to get right. I’m walking towards the light I think I see. I’m trying to get right. I can’t go back, so I might as well go forward…down the Road.
You know, I’ve reached the point, where it all seems so strange. When I take a look about me, it feels like I’ve lost the rules to this game. How in hell can you get There, when you don’t know where you’ve been? Some folks might call you Messiah, while others say that you're living in sin.
And I’m trying to get right. I’m walking towards the light I think I see. I’m trying to get right. I can’t go back, so I might as well go forward…down the Road.
Well, I think I’ll keep walking. But the road, it might change. I might choose a different path to follow, but that should not seem strange. For our lives are a series of lifetimes which, we live before we die. And the best that we can hope for is that we won’t give up the fight.