Do they ask you where I am or where I've been?
Do they ever say where is the lonely friend?
Is my name whispered in your bedside prayers?
Do you feel a vacant spot beside you there?
Well, there's always one more path that I must walk
And there's people I should sit down with and talk
And somebody might appreciate the flowers I could
Bring
So, there's always another song to sing
Do you tell them I was wilder than the wind?
Do you remember that I needed lots of friends?
And at other times I'd rather be alone
Where I could not be found when I was gone
Well, there's always one more canyon to explore
To touch the things left by those gone before
At the top of the tiniest hill, I can feel like I'm
A king
And there's always another song to sing