standing in the road winds a blowin’ cold time has come to make a move your feet are planted though you might just laugh you might just cry you might not care you realize further down the road’s your ride you decided you should go
walkin’ down the road don’t know which way to go had no time to pack your bags it’s such a heavy load you might go left you might go right you can’t look back without hindsight before you leave turn out the lights with the time moving so slow
dark end of the road no place left to go no street lights to lead the way ankle deep in the potholes you can’t roll on you can’t roll in you turned your head you can’t begin to read the signs that lead you in out from all the cold