It's sad just to think, that I know my way
along this black stretch of the lost highway,
Times I've thought, that soon I'll see the light
but the day never comes, just the darkness of night.

I listen for the sound of a long lonesome moan
the whining of a train, comin' to take me home,
But the loud sound of silence, makes it all to clear
I just bow my head and walk, upon this trail of tears.

Somewhere along the road I must of grown accustomed to
all the heartbreaks and heartaches this life has put me through,
Somehow I thought that this time, I'd finally found my way
but the hands of time forgot me, I'm still stuck here in yesterday...

"Oh" hands of time forgive me if apologies never come
no wiser have you made me, no stronger have I become,
To look you in the face right now, I'd have to turn around
and face everything that got me where I am right now.

Is nothing ever sacred, does it fade in the wind
just to blow around and pull you in once again?
Is it by design, these scars are left on my soul
somehow steps I've taken has left me standing in the cold.

With each breath that I take I can feel the chill
of the memories that linger, within me still,
But soon they'll vanish, for a moment just pretend
a tease if you will, till the wind blows again...

Charles Due