Strike the fiddle, start the hoedown
Rid me of my heavy load
I can see those bright lights shining
A little way further down the road.
Mysteries of ancient wonders
Vanish as my world explodes
Memories of old ambitions
A little way further down the road.
All the pain of making progress
Vanished when the West wind blowed
I have seen myself tomorrow
A little way further down the road.
I have rid myself of strangers
Buried in the overload
I can see myself tomorrow
A little way further down the road.
