I have nothing on my mind,
Nothing to remember,
Nothing to forget;
I have nothing to regret.
But I'm all tied up on the inside,
No one knows quite what I've got.
And I know that on the outside,
What I used to be, I'm not...anymore.
You know I've heard about people like me,
But I never made the connection.
They walk one road to set them free,
And found they've gone the wrong direction,
But there's no need for turning back,
For all roads lead to where I stand.
And I believe I've walk them all,
No matter what I may have planned.
Do you remember who I was,
Can you still feel it?
Can you feel my pain?
Can you heal it?
So lay your hands upon me now,
Cast this darkness from my soul.
You alone can light my way,
You alone can make me whole, once again.
We've walked both sides of every street,
Through all kinds of windy weather.
But that was never our defeat,
As long as we could walk...together.
And there's no need for turning back,
For all roads lead to where we stand.
And I believe we'll walk them all,
No matter what we may have planned.
by Don McClean