Know

I been down this road and as it turns i already see where it goes

it diverges in a yellow wood and as i stand exposed i suppose

i'll wander one more time through the groves and meadows that i know

so familiar there i stand going to a place never seen but known

the tone of my tombstone is known but i forget my own and my home

i unplug the microphone this beauty is too real to speak

if you arent here i wish you could see im free and maybe you will be

just hold on that rope that is along the road whether you walk alone

or you are shown the path you may be alone or with someone you know

just understand that when you get to the end of the path you will know

you were never alone