If I fall down on the concrete by your doorstep
Would you sweep me oh so gently to the side
Could you see through the gray the coldThese blazing colors to behold
As I′m tossed against the season's turning tide
As I whisper ′cross these cobblestones before you
Driven to wander by the west wind's rage
Would you keep on walking by
Would you don't go gently cry
And write the last words for this wrinkled page
I′m on my way, I′m on my winding way
I'm on my way, I′m on my winding way
As you tremble with the terror of our parting
As the dying of the light darkens your eyes
These storm clouds gather round
Oh this dance into the ground
Just remember there's a hope behind goodbyes
I′m on my way, I'm on my winding way
I′m on my way, I'm on my winding way
Well I've traveled from the palace to the gutter
Traded counting golden coins for hobo′s hands
I′ve learned that some deceiving
Ain't a ground to stop believing
Still searching for the strength to take a stand
I′m on my way, I'm on my winding way
I′m on my way, I'm on my winding way