the wind blows hard against this mountainside
across the sea into my soul
it reaches into where I cannot hide
setting my feet upon the road
my heart is old it holds my memories
my body burns a gemlike flame
somewhere between the soul and softmachine
is where I find myself again
kyrie eleison down the road that I must travel
kyrie eleison through the darkness of the night
kyrie eleison where I’m going will you follow
kyrie eleison on the highway in the light
when I was young I thought of growing old
of what my life would mean to me
would I have followed down my chosen road
or only wished what I could be
