Trouble Along the Way

I'm trying to find my way
To finally make it home
But there'll be trouble along the way, I know

I've travelled fifteen miles, and I'll have twenty before the dawn
I'm just trying to find my way home
My footsteps head out toward the sun as it ducks beneath the west
There'll be trouble coming with the moon, I'll bet

I'm trying to find my way
To finally make it home
But there'll be trouble along the way, I know

The darkness came upon me, and the air seemed awefully still
But I didn't feel afraid, and I was not lost
And through the rites of passage, as a poor man in the rain
If your eyes had seen what mine have, you would not see me the same

I'm trying to find my way
To finally make it home
But there'll be trouble along the way, I know

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