How many roads have I wondered? None, and each my own Behind me the bridges have crumbled No question of return Autumn leaves... like discarded dreams trampled underneath a tide of careless feet it's the same song playing everywhere I go it's like an army marching right through me. Nowhere to go but the horizon where, then, will I call my home? Nowhere to go but the horizon where, then, will I call my home? Summer spent, in the high grass or just fragments, ransacked memories dark river snakes, across this murky hall boatman sings his downstream melodies. Nowhere to go but the horizon where, then, will I call my home? Nowhere to go but the horizon where, then, will I call my home? How many roads have I wondered? None, and each my own Behind me the bridges have crumbled where, then, will I call my home? where, then, will I call my home? where, then, will I call my home? where, then, will I call my home?