Walk down that lonesome road,
all by your self
don't turn your head back over your shoulder
and only start to rest yourself when the silver moon
is shinging high above the trees
If i had stopped to listen once or twice
if i had closed my mouth and opened my eyes
if i had cooled my head and warmed my heart
i'd not be on this road tonight
Carry on
feeling sorry yourself
it doesn't save you from your troubled mind
Walk down that lonesome road
all by yourself
don't turn your head
back over your shoulder
and only start to rest yourself when the silver moon
is shining high above the trees