And Once I Walked A Million Miles
All The Way To Yugoslavia
And I Carried You All Of The Way
For Where I Was Then There You Are.

As The Sun Rose O'er The Curb Stones
By The Road Where I'd Been Sleeping
Them Night-long Trucks, As They Roared By
They Could Not Drown My Weeping.

And It Was Me, And I Alone
Who Looked Toward The Far Horizon
And I Saw King Heron
On His Dead Tree Throne
And I Knew Not Which To Keep My Mind On.

Now I Cannot Speak For Everyone
For They Got Their Reasons
All On This Road
But, Heron, Would That I Had Your Wings
For Then I'd Know Where I Would Go
For Then I'd Know Where I Would Go.