歌词
Staring at a cross of splintered wood
My sins washed away through Christ's own blood
All my blessings gone, though my mind it wanders on
Going home in my memory
'Tween the years and the miles, I am broken and down
Bless me, Father, where do I begin?
On my hands and my knees, I go crawling back home
To find absolution within
19 years old, but not yet a man
With misplaced ideologies
Recognizing only God as my equal
Left home and disgraced my family
Now with a dream in my head and a restless soul
Sensing I would soon be free
I took to heart my granddad's fables
They made up the core of my identity
For eight long years, I tramped through
The fallout of nuclear society
The underclass, forgotten mass
In a nation of revelry
Fare thee well, my old dear friend
The road goes ever on, but I am going home
Back to where it all began, come on
In a filthy rundown tenement
I set out to spread God's name
I thought the word would start the fire
And my voice would fan the flame
Oh, but I soon learned that in this hopelessness
A great many things went unsaid
My first lesson was that good intentions
Aren't gonna keep you warm and fed (oh, well)
With no recourse I took a job at the packing house
No one who I could edify
As my dreams like leaves in autumn
Disappeared before my eyes
Fare thee well, my old dear friend
The road goes ever on, but I am going home
Back to where it all began
Fare thee well, my old dear friend
The road goes ever on, but I am going home
Back to where it all began
Fare thee well, my old dear friend
The road goes ever on, but I am going home
Back to where it all began
Now back to where it all began
