Do they ask you where I am
Or where I've been?
Do they ever say
Where is the lonely friend?
Is my name whispered
In your bedside prayers?
Do you feel a vacant spot
Beside you there?
Well, there's always one more path
That I must walk
And there's people
I should sit down with and talk
And somebody might appreciate
The flowers I could bring
So there's always
Another song to sing
Do you tell them
I was wilder than the wind?
Do you remember
That I needed lots of friends?
And at other times
I'd rather be alone
Where I could not be found
When I was gone
Well, there's always
One more canyon to explore
To touch the things
Left by those gone before
At the top of the tiniest hill
I can feel like I'm a king
And there's always
Another song to sing