I'm walking down this road,
Wondering where I'm going,
Just following this lonesome highway,
No clue where it will lead;

Behind me I see,
The winding road from the hills,
It goes right up the side of the mound,
Then to the top, over, and back down;

In front of me stands a flat landscape,
Nothing but grass and road,
A dreary country land that holds nothing,
Empty of all life but myself;

Further down I can see,
Just a forrest that leads to somewhere,
A place I've never been to,
Or maybe a new place but nothing new;

I'm travelling down this road again,
Because from where I come from,
I cannot go back to again,
I had to leave to escape the troubles in the town;

But walking down this road alone,
Seems to be just another test,
And I'm getting tired from all of this walking,
I just wish there was some place to find some rest;

Carrying my bag just makes it worse,
Just some burden to slow me down,
I wish I could toss it aside,
But it contains all that I have;

And so I move on down the line,
Wondering where it is I'm heading to,
Knowing that no matter where go,
It seems that it all ends up the same;

I just hope for once,
It isn't.