We must carry on
Through mud, ice and grime, into
The rest of our lives
We must carry on
Through mud, ice and grime, into
The rest of our lives
Walk that road again
Although black clouds are looming
Somewhere the sun shines
The road doesn’t move
Yet it is ever changing
There is no now here
Can we make a choice?
Whichever fork we go down
There is but one road
As a river flows
Along the longest of roads
Ever on we go
The lava red road
Leads me ever nearer home
East and west I go