Many years I've been away from home I have faced too many battles I was here upon the endless route has left me bruised and batted
I have heard the secrets of the streets but I keep them to myself On display, but here inside my soul like a trophy on a shelf
End upon my heart I know the moon will light my way Ohh my friend, the winding route for the life of a journeyman never changes
Now upon to tell my tale My boots are wearing thin I can feel the heat upon my back The sun against my skin
Far away I've heard the ringing of a bell Through the miles you know what's hard to tell when it's you against yourself
None of us will ever know What lies around the veil Or the world being your home on a route that never ends
