Where you going to?
I don't know.
I've killed my world and I've killed my time.
So where do I go and what do I see?
I see many people coming after me.
Well, where you going to?
Well, I don't mind.
If I live too long I'm afraid I'll die.
So I will follow you wherever you go if your offered hand is still open to me.
Strangers on this road we are on, we are not two we are one. So you've been where I've just come from;
the land that brings losers on.
And we will share this road we walk, mind our mouths and beware our talk.
'Till peace we find, tell you what I'll do.
All the things I own I will share with you.
If I feel tomorrow like I feel today we'll take what we want and give the rest away.
Holy man and holy priest, this love of life makes me weak in my knees.
And when we get there make your play 'cause soon I fear you're going carry us away with a promised lie.
You made us believe that for many men there is so much grief. And my heart is proud but it aches with rage, and if I live too long I'm afraid I'll die.