You set out on the road, ready to roam
Compelled by words of a Whitman poem
But then you find land has no loam
When things fall apart, just go back home
A stranger says "Quit counting your stars
Open your eyes, see them them for what they are"
And as you look back on all life's scars
And dream of going away, somewhere far
There's always another road left to go
There's always another face that you don't know
Always time for the highest highs and lowest lows
There's always a road left to go
There's always another road left to go
There's always another face that you don't know
Always time for highest highs and lowest lows
Just see them as another way to grow
A lesson given by the road below
There's always a road left to go