| It feels like yesterday | |
| When I was told a little tale | |
| About a broken road | |
| A tale of fortune and of fame | |
| There was a time | |
| When a man couldn't find his kind | |
| There was a rhyme | |
| Which made a man make up his mind | |
| In those lines | |
| I heard you say | |
| Fare well on your way | |
| There every root and stone and wishing well | |
| Has a tale to tell | |
| The air that | |
| I breatheIs made of dreams and memories | |
| Of past and future days | |
| And countless new pathways | |
| When I look behind | |
| I see my footprints on the road | |
| Those remind of the time | |
| When your haven always welcomed me | |
| In those lines | |
| I heard you say | |
| Fare well on your way | |
| And when the broken road turns home again | |
| There's a tale to tell |