Winding Road

I wish that I could say I'd write roses every day

I'd write a touch of sadness in there too, sometimes life is sad

I'd write a bird high in a tree, to sing its song for you and me

I'd take you where the river flows, take you where the soft winds blow

On our way to no one knows, down the winding road

But we missed too many turns, road washed out, bridges burned

The way you slammed the door when you walked out—you sure did slam it hard

The supper that's a-turnin' cold just a-settin' there upon the stove

No one here to eat it now, I don't want it anyhow

Gonna pack my grip and go, down the winding road

The moment's past and gone, final words said and done

I'd write a different ending if I could, it's just a dirty shame

Paper's gone, pen's out of ink, got no mind to sit and think

Who was right and who was wrong, in the end you're just as gone

Gonna to pack my grip and go

Down the winding road.

No one's right and no one's wrong, in the end you're just as gone

Gonna pack my grip and go down

The winding road