: Pilgrim, how you journey On the road you chose To find out why the winds die And where the stories go. All days come from one day That much you must
: And how do I choose and where do I draw the line Between truth and necessary pain? And how do I know and where do I get my belief That things will
: See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans, Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile Once he had a future full of money, love,
: A little blood and vomit on the car seat And the tooth is sitting in my lap Brother if you?re hungry but not wounded Then it?s time to stop and
: Hey there gypsy, walk without a sound See those people try to put you down She's got wisdom inside her hand For no good reason, ever could be found
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Black cat crossed our path on little fog feet There's crows flying beside my window We left superstition on the roadside a few cities ago They spent our
Lost in disappointment beyond space and time Harking for noises when there's nothing to hear Just the orphans lonely cry In the roaring wind awhile Disconsolately
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile Once he had a future full of money, love and dreams
Hey there gypsy, walk without a sound See those people try to put you down She's got wisdom inside her hand For no good reason ever could be found With
1, 2, 3, 4 I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys This ain't never been
["Through a slow and painfull awakening"] ...They met on the captain's dining platform. Seven pilgrims with different stories, But neverless with equal
The pilgrim is looking for a hidden place When he's hungry and thirsty When he longs to wash dust from his legs He wanders to mountains' foot Day
A pilgrim at the gray of dawn Leaving in the mist of morning On his journey of goodness Heaven sent, God blessed Pilgrim laughing at the world Spreading
From the womb, to the tomb An eternal struggle for the holy truth We are not the first, nor shall we be the last We shall be followed by thousands more
I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys This ain't never been my home Sometimes the road was rocky ?long the way, boys But I was never travelin' alone
And how do I choose and where do I draw the line Between truth and necessary pain? And how do I know and where do I get my belief That things will be