early morning dreary horizon aching hands are pulling a millstone wailing from the cart moaning from a shattered heart
he's burned down many a bridge and he's scared of walking in the dark it hurts when the rain falls on his skin he's burned down many a bridge and he's scared of walking in the dark it hurts when the rain falls on his skin
oh he is worn out from marching and he's forgotten for what he's searching he keeps up the stride god knows that he won't arrive
he's burned down many a bridge and he's scared of walking in the dark it hurts when the rain falls on his skin he's burned down many a bridge and he's scared of walking in the dark it hurts when the rain falls on his skin