Lyrics and Music by Bill Aspinwall
© W. F. Aspinwall, 2005
The sky is stained with the dawn's early light,
the round world is rolling another day from the night.
Try to keep some balance in the hustle and the fray,
if our days are like grass, better make a little hay
Gonna find my way back to you
Gonna find my way back to you
Left my hometown 20 years ago today,
no plans for the future and no plans to stay.
Now my tribe's been scattered, the water's crusted with bread
the only way back is the way ahead.
Gonna find my way back to you
Gonna find my way back to you
So many years have come and gone,
its been a rough ride, too many red skies at dawn.
Somehow I keep rolling down
the long way, the long way back
I've seen some damage and I've done my time,
I lied to myself and the punishment fit the crime.
But the clocks won't stop and those dogs still bark
there's a few coals burning and one of 'em just might spark
Gonna find my way back to you
Gonna find my way back to you.
