Underneath the soilPast the leaves, the trees, and the tombstonesIf God could tell me what man will I becomeYou'd think I'd be that man at all costsYou're far too young to have a stoneYour father, I've never seen him cry like that beforeI said, darling, don't you wait up right behindI said, darling, don't you wait up right behindSometimes you just don't knowWell, how much time is on your sideCause then I'm on my wayYes, I'm on my wayCause then I'm on my wayOut of hereWith yousuccessfullyThe endWoman, I love you moreThan the sunThe endхоч broomThe endOf a dreamYou make me drink water like I drink wineWe all need a change of tasteI'm open for God's good graceWant me to buy that old dogThrow quarters down into that waterCause I don't need no silver to make a mess shineI'm so happy with you, honeyBut if I dieI guess I dieCause then I'm on my wayYes, I'm on my wayCause I'm on my wayOut of hereWith youWith youWith youWith youI'm on my wayI'm on my wayI'm on my wayI'm on my wayI'm on my wayI'm on my wayI'm on my wayI'm on my wayI'm on my wayI'm on my way
