The wind blows hard against this mountainside, Across the sea, into my soul. It reaches into where I cannot hide, Setting my feet upon the road. My heart is old, it holds my memories, My body burns a gem-like flame. Somewhere between the soul and soft machine, Is where I find myself again. Kyrie Eleison, down the road that I must travel. Kyrie Eleison, through the darkness of the night. Kyrie Eleison, where I'm going will you follow? Kyrie Eleison, on a highway in the light. When I was young I thought of growing old, Of what my life would mean to me. Would I have followed down my chosen road? Or only wished what I could be? REPEAT Chorus BRIDGE Oh...Oh...Oh. Oh...Oh...Oh. Oh...Oh...Oh. Oh...Oh...Oh.