Testo di 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