Walking on the dusty road without any shoes

See out all the people here singing the blues

I got my trouble but I'm paying my dues

It isn't easy but there's too much to lose



Many's the time I have wandered alone

Looking this way and that for something unknown

But where can a good king go without his throne ?



Many's the good man lost in his prime

The part of fortune took him well before his time

He got his trouble but I still got mine

Gotta find some freedom 'fore I start to decline



The moon is rising and I'm still on my own

This must be life I guess the seeds have been sown

But where can a good king go without his throne ?



Where can he go who can he see

Is there anybody it's easy to be

Find him a stairway find him a tree

And while you're doing it please won't you find one for me



The unbeliever says it's hard to believe

I'm told the preacher frowns on those who deceive

The winds of winter steal the leaves from the trees

The part fortune's getting closer to me



The snow is falling and the truth is obscured

I think of all the things my soul has endured

Cursing this loneliness that can't be cured