From the recording Virginia Neon
I was lost, I was gone. I was stray. I was wrong. And my life it is long. Broken chord, minor song. I was following the sign. I was searching all the time. But the road how it winds. Shattered word. Wounded rhyme. On the road the wild wind blows. Listen as it goes. I was calling out your name. I was weeping at the gate. But the hour it was late. Bad time. Twisted fate. Now the years have passed us by. On the road from born to died. How we wander. How we fly. Don’t get far but how we try. On the road the wild wind blows. Listen as it goes.