By Sandy Hemenway
10/31/2003
Where did I come from?
Where does this road go?
Where did I come from?
Where does this road go?
Will it lead me home?
When will I learn why
I am on this road?
When will I learn why
I’m so far from home
And so all alone
So each day along this I travel
And each night I sleep beneath the stars
As the minutes of my life unravel
Will I go far?
Where must I go now?
What will come my way?
Where must I go now?
What will come my way?
Maybe I should stay
Can you tell my please
Will I make it home?
Can you tell me please
Will I make it home,
Or forever roam?
So each day along this road I travel
And each night I sleep beneath the stars
As the minutes – of my life –
Unravel – right before my eyes
I see – the light!
Where did I come from?
Now I think I know
Where did I come from?
Where we all come from
Where I’m headed now
To a place of love
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