I'm
coming down the mountain, I've had enough
another winter up here and I'll be frozen up
I've held on too long; I've squeezed too tight;
I've pushed too hard but.................
somehow, somehow, everything feels alright
yes somehow, somehow, it's gonna turn out right
I'm
coming round the corner, I've reached the gate
I've gotta do just what I oughta, I hope it's not too late
The breeze is a-blowing, the ship's set sail
the thunder's a-rolling , the mountains quail
I steady my hand and I lift the veil and the
morning mist from the mountains lifts and I'm
standing there, like I just got out of jail
and a new dawn's breaking out there beyond the pale
I've
come to the river, the muddy rolling river
the boatman gonna let me ride
sailing down the river, got a message here to give her
I'll make it on the morning tide
Loving you means loneliness; needing you's despair
there's just one road out of this kind of mess
and it speeds through the night to the edge of nowhere
and I'm going now, going; yes I'm going; going, yes I'm gone
I'm going, going gone, I won't be long
I don't belong