the wind blows hard against this mountainside
across the sea into my soul
it reaches in to where i cannot hide
setting my feet upon the road
my heart is old it holds my memories
my body burns a gemlike flame
somewhere between the soul and soft machine
is where i find myseld again
kyrie elesion
down the road that i must travel
kyrie elesion
through the darkness of the night
kyrie elesion
where i'm going will you follow
kyrie elesion
on a highway in the light
when i was young i dreamed of growing old
of wht my life would mean to me
would i have followed down my chosen road
or only wished what i could be