ROADS WITHOUT A NAME - An epic 1960s progressive rock ballad slow and solemn - by @luchinoilrospo

ROADS WITHOUT A NAME - An epic 1960s progressive rock ballad slow and solemn - by @luchinoilrospo The road unrolls like faded thread Beneath a sky the colour of lead No map to read, no star to steer No door behind me, none ahead I walked from places I forgot Toward a name I never knew And every mile that lay behind Dissolved like morning dew Oh, I am wandering, wandering With no horizon to call my own The wind decides, the wind decides And I am carried, far from home Oh, I am wandering, wandering Though all the roads are one No end to find, no end to find Beneath a dying sun I met a stranger on the hill He asked me where my journey led I told him that I could not say He smiled and shook his weary head For he had walked a thousand years In circles drawn by his own hand And all the cities that he saw Were written in the sand Oh, I am wandering, wandering With no horizon to call my own The wind decides, the wind decides And I am carried, far from home Oh, I am wandering, wandering Though all the roads are one No end to find, no end to find Beneath a dying sun Perhaps the journey is the prize Perhaps the silence is the song Perhaps the lost are never lost But only moving along Yet still I dream of morning light Of someone calling out my name And still the road goes on and on And I go on the same Oh, I am wandering, wandering With no horizon to call my own The wind decides, the wind decides And I am carried, far from home Oh, I am wandering, wandering Though all the roads are one No end to find, no end to find Beneath a dying sun Wandering... Wandering...