The wind blows hard against this mountainside,
Across the sea, into my soul.
It reaches into where I cannot hide,
Setting my feet upon the road.
My heart is old, it holds my memories,
My body burns a gem-like flame.
Somewhere between the soul and soft machine,
Is where I find myself again.
Kyrie Eleison, down the road that I must travel.
Kyrie Eleison, through the darkness of the night.
Kyrie Eleison, where I'm going will you follow?
Kyrie Eleison, on a highway in the light.
When I was young I thought of growing old,
Of what my life would mean to me.
Would I have followed down my chosen road?
Or only wished what I could be?
Oh Oh Oh.
Oh Oh Oh.
Oh Oh Oh.
Oh Oh Oh.
Kyrie Eleison, down the road that I must travel.
Kyrie Eleison, down the road that I must travel.
Kyrie Eleison, through the darkness of the night.
Kyrie Eleison, where I'm going will you follow?
Kyrie Eleison, on a highway in the light.