How many roads have I wondered?
None, and each my own
Behind me the bridges have crumbled
No question of return

Autumn leaves like discarded dreams
trampled underneath a tide of careless feet
it’s the same song playing
everywhere I go
it’s like an army marching right through me.

Nowhere to go but the horizon
where, then, will I call my home? x2

Summer spent, in the high grass
or just fragments, ransacked memories
dark river snakes, across this murky hall
boatman sings his downstream melodies.

Nowhere to go but the horizon
where, then, will I call my home? x2

How many roads have I wondered?
None, and each my own
Behind me the bridges have crumbled
where, then, will I call my home?

where, then, will I call my home? x3

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