[male vocals] The
Lonely
road
Lonely
for
the
loners
whose
bags
of
dreams
are
big
and
empty.
Wishful
to
be
filled
by
whatever
they
could
glean
from
the
road
of
loners.
So
many
roads
before
them,
so
many
begging
to
be
walked,
so
many
looking
attractive,
some
paved
with
gold,
some
tarred
with
silver,
some
are
concreted,
some
are
dusty,
full
of
pebbles
and
wilds.
This
road
is
lonely,
it
is
my
choice,
it
is
dusty
and
full
of
pebbles,
i
own
it
and
chest
it,
this
road
has
no
friends
to
lean
on
it,
i
love
it
like
that,
my
mind
is
made
up,
no
retreat
no
surrender,
no
quit,
no
exit.
I
chose
the
one
full
of
pebbles
and
wild,
with
less
travellers
and
jolly
fellows.
I
chose
to
fill
my
mind
with
nature
and
feed
my
eyes
with
challenges.
On
this
road
i
chose,
there
are
many
stories
to
tell,
many
lessons
to
learn,
many
challenges
to
feed
the
brawl
and
too
many
puzzles
for
the
brain
to
solve.
My
bag
is
big
and
empty,
it
must
be
filled
with
stories
and
wilds.
This
road
is
less
walked,
it's
strenuos
walking
on
pebbles
that
forged
the
stories
of
nature,
it's
dusty,
yet
it
fits
into
my
stories.
It's
frightful
at
night,
it
deserved
my
pen
and
paper
attention
as
well.
This
road
is
lonely,
it
is
my
choice,
it
is
dusty
and
full
of
pebbles,
i
own
it
and
chest
it,
this
road
has
no
friends
to
lean
on
it,
i
love
it
like
that,
my
mind
is
made
up,
no
retreat
no
surrender,
no
quit,
no
exit.
The
other
road
that
is
paved
with
gold,
is
busy,
fast
and
flash.
Yet,
it
is
littered
with
bones,
skulls,
decomposing
corpses
of
young
travellers
who
want
to
make
it
in
life.
It's
a
beautiful
road
with
so
many
travellers
overspeeding
and
tailgating.
This
dusty
road
that
is
less
walked,
no
one
wants
to
go
by
it,
except
a
few.
That
are
considered
mentally
insane,
socially
unfits,
there
choice
of
this
lonely
dusty
road
baffles
many
people
till
very
now.
This
road
is
lonely,
it
is
my
choice,
it
is
dusty
and
full
of
pebbles,
i
own
it
and
chest
it,
this
road
has
no
friends
to
lean
on
it,
i
love
it
like
that,
my
mind
is
made
up,
no
retreat
no
surrender,
no
quit,
no
exit.
On
this
lonely
road,
i
pray
to
the
wind
to
be
fair
and
kind
to
my
eyes
and
body.
On
this
lonly
road,
i
pray
to
the
sun
to
watch
over
me
and
not
hurt
me.
On
this
lonely
road
i
pray
to
the
night
to
be
nicer
to
me.
On
this
lonely
road,
i
pray
to
the
moon
to
be
good
and
kind
to
my
pen
and
paper.
On
this
lonely
road,
i
pray
to
the
wilds
and
nature
to
fill
my
bag
with
fortunes,
lilies
and
lovelies.
On
this
lonely
road,
i
pray
to
the
rivers
to
make
my
path
easier
and
funier.
This
road
is
lonely,
it
is
my
choice,
it
is
dusty
and
full
of
pebbles,
i
own
it
and
chest
it,
this
road
has
no
friends
to
lean
on
it,
i
love
it
like
that,
my
mind
is
made
up,
no
retreat
no
surrender,
no
quit,
no
exit.
No
friends
on
this
road,
just
me,
wild
and
nature.
There
is
fear,
there
is
second
thought
of
going
back,
i
have
doubts
of
my
own
strength,
it's
frightful
cold
at
night
and
creepy
too.
Rivers
and
stream
are
far
away,
close
to
the
sloppy
hills
and
deep
valleys.
I
wont
change
my
mind,
i
wont
back
down,
i
wont
beg
for
friends,
i
dont
pity,
i
dont
need
search
party,
this
choice
is
my
making,
i
own
it,
i
chest
it,
i
shoulder
it,
whenever
i'm
tired,
i
would
lean
on
my
bag,
refresh
and
continue
walking
on
my
chosen
path,
where
i
will
forge
my
life
with
my
pen
and
paper.
This
road
is
lonely,
it
is
my
choice,
it
is
dusty
and
full
of
pebbles,
i
own
it
and
chest
it,
this
road
has
no
friends
to
lean
on
it,
i
love
it
like
that,
my
mind
is
made
up,
no
retreat
no
surrender,
no
quit,
no
exit.
On
this
lonely
road,
i
pray
to
the
wind
to
be
fair
and
kind
to
my
eyes
and
body.
On
this
lonly
road,
i
pray
to
the
sun
to
watch
over
me
and
not
hurt
me.
On
this
lonely
road
i
pray
to
the
night
to
be
nicer
to
me.
On
this
lonely
road,
i
pray
to
the
moon
to
be
good
and
kind
to
my
pen
and
paper.
On
this
lonely
road,
i
pray
to
the
wilds
and
nature
to
fill
my
bag
with
fortunes,
lilies
and
lovelies.
On
this
lonely
road,
i
pray
to
the
rivers
to
make
my
path
easier
and
funier.