The sun that's falling from
Tells me that I must depart,
But I'll be leaving my heart.
It's not the countryside that
It's the spirit and it captured my mind,
But the things I tried to be made
Now a different road, I must find.
These things I think are new,
I guess they're really old,
Now, to go back to that fork in the road,
Takes all the strength of my soul and more.
You've been a fair- weather friend,
Now I will go to some places
Where things don't start just to end.
These things I think are new,
I guess they're really old,
It seems that I've done 'em
Now, to go back to that fork in the road,
Takes all the strength of my soul
good goodbye you cruel town,
You've been a fair- weather friend,
Now I will go to some place