no pointing arrows

i am coming to the end of this road

my cursed hands they are worn and swollen

for a long time i've been carrying this load

now i'm resting my arms of these things have been holding

oh now where do i go

when there ain't no signs or pointing arrows

so many things that i wanted to fulfill

that i could not think straight and i could not sit still

and i could not sit straight and i could not think still

i am doing the best that i can

with what i've been given

these things i have taken

nothing has ever turned out as i planned

but that's how the path of life is what you make

oh now where do i go

when there ain't no signs or pointing arrows

so many things that i wanted to fulfill

that i could not think straight and i could not sit still

and i could not sit straight and i could not think still

animal born in

oh

to my self

i got so many reasons to look outside myself

all the old familiar faces

and the unfamiliar faces

that's what every day is

and i do it again

oh

in the morn' i wake with the sun

oh

in the evening another day is done

and oh i feel restless

i never have guessed

that i'd be at this point at the end of this road