There's a light in the kitchen, somebody's home

A woman is sleeping, a man sits alone, alone, all alone

And then comes the dawning

And then comes the morn

The woman is yawning

And daylight, and daylight, and daylight, and daylight is born

The roar of the engine

The coffee pot perks

Then off to the office to a room full of jerks

Again, once again

Now singing, I don't know where I'm going but I'll get there

Yeah, yeah, sometimes I'm wondering where will it be?

And on the Riviera a man was painting Greece

The image that he captured

Hercules and the golden fleece again

Once again

Evening came and found him

His painting looking fine

He put away his brushes

And went out, he went out  for some wine

Once again

And having met a woman

They went out for some air

He loved her like his paintings and he wondered, and he wondered, and he wondered

Wondered if she cared

Did she care?

I don't know where I'm going but I'll get there

Yeah, yeah, sometimes I'm wondering where will it be?

And now there is a farmer

With calloused hands and feet

The wagon wheel is busted the kids have yet to eat again

Once again

They gathered at the table

With loving in their eyes

He looked at them intently

He looked at them, he looked at them, he looked at them

He looked at them with pride

And when the meal was over

He kissed them all goodnight

And sat down by the fire feeling everything was right

All right, once again, once again

I don't know where I'm going but I'll get there

Yeah, yeah, sometimes I'm wondering where will it be?

I don't know where I'm going but I'll get there

Yeah, yeah, sometimes I'm wondering where will it be?

This is a song about lifestyles, decisions that we make

Roads that we abandon and others that we take

We take, roads we take

Like a song that cries, we take

Roads we take

Like a bird that flies, we take

Roads we take, yeah