The Road

I hold my shoulder tight against the cold

That rolls down the road tonight

Though I’ve left the fold

My feet will find a hold

Now I cannot stop

I will not turn around on the road tonight

Though I’ve left your side

Still I will find

Find a way

The holy garment threads apart

The cloth of white is stained

The floor has bowed beneath the weight

The beams now bend and break

No longer can I call a home

The place I’ve known so well

But what may come upon the road

Right now I cannot tell

The holy garment threads apart

The cloth of white is stained

The floor has bowed beneath the weight

The beams now bend and break

No longer can I call a home

The place I’ve known so well

But what may come upon the road

Right now I cannot tell