![]() |
Walking down a lonely road, as I wait. |
| Though I walk down the path Where no one’s standing next to me I can recall so many times Where I was walking wild and free, Though I slip through the valley In the night when I’m alone, I know where I belong And this is where I like to roam. Though I cry all the tears And kneel to god to make a plea I have hope that one day soon You will come right back to me. And until that day comes I still walk right down that road Waiting silently for the time When you return and come back home. |