It feels like yesterday When I was told a little tale About a broken road A tale of fortune and of fame There was a time When a man couldn't find his kind There was a rhyme Which made a man make up his mind In those lines I heard you say Fare well on your way There every root and stone and wishing well Has a tale to tell The air that I breathe Is made of dreams and memories Of past and future days And countless new pathways When I look behind I see my footprints on the road Those remind of the time When your haven always welcomed me In those lines I heard you say Fare well on your way And when the broken road turns home again There's a tale to tell