I walk down this road
To reach the end that, branches out
I'm too old for the walk of life
To reach the end that, branches out
Down below this suburban street
Is a harbour empty of ships
And the gulls welcome me past
The apartment houses
On this road I go
I found many places to stay
I think I might be too old
To reach the end that, branches out
Down below this suburban street
Is a harbour empty of ships
The gulls welcome me past
The apartment houses
Hello Mr. Gull
I've greeted you
Too... many times
Nodding back at me
Before he... flies away
His road isn't as narrow
As my own
As my own
As my own
As my own
As my ooooown
I walk on the road to the end
To reach the end that, branches out
Will I still see your face again?
To reach the end that, branches out
Jean Green - Path to the End Lyrics
Jean Green - Path to the End Lyrics
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I walk down this road
To reach the end that, branches out
I'm too old for the walk of life
To reach the end that, branches out
Down below this suburban street
Is a harbour empty of ships
And the gulls welcome me past
The apartment houses
On this road I go
I found many places to stay
I think I might be too old
To reach the end that, branches out
Down below this suburban street
Is a harbour empty of ships
The gulls welcome me past
The apartment houses
Hello Mr. Gull
I've greeted you
Too... many times
Nodding back at me
Before he... flies away
His road isn't as narrow
As my own
As my own
As my own
As my own
As my ooooown
I walk on the road to the end
To reach the end that, branches out
Will I still see your face again?
To reach the end that, branches out
To reach the end that, branches out
I'm too old for the walk of life
To reach the end that, branches out
Down below this suburban street
Is a harbour empty of ships
And the gulls welcome me past
The apartment houses
On this road I go
I found many places to stay
I think I might be too old
To reach the end that, branches out
Down below this suburban street
Is a harbour empty of ships
The gulls welcome me past
The apartment houses
Hello Mr. Gull
I've greeted you
Too... many times
Nodding back at me
Before he... flies away
His road isn't as narrow
As my own
As my own
As my own
As my own
As my ooooown
I walk on the road to the end
To reach the end that, branches out
Will I still see your face again?
To reach the end that, branches out
Writer: Jonathan Bogren
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