a refusal to lay low and lay down
a song sung only in my mind
The chorus is a decision
The decision is recording itself
The audience is all those that will follow in my footsteps
Down the road
I will go
Down the line
I will flow
Down the river
my boat will show
Down the ages
My mistakes will be yours as well
There is a blowing, windy travesty in these eyes
a renewal of need and substance
a vision viewed in my sight
The glare is a misunderstanding
The misunderstanding is repeating itself
The histories are rewritten for palatability.
Down the road
I will blow
Down the scale
I will know
Down the paths
I will throw
Down the ages
My beliefs will be yours as well
