The road forever runs never passing by my home
I walk the way it wends but I always walk alone
And every hill I climb and every vale I delve
I have to find the way and walk it myself.
I’ve ne’er found someone to walk along the road with me
Though now and then I’ll have a companion that I see
Who walks along the same way and maybe shares a smile
To make the way seem smoother, less lonely for a while.
But always comes that hill too steep or that path too far
Then they take another way to follow their own star.
The road is always winding and beckoning ahead
And all I am is shaped by the way that it has led.