Old Singer came to town,
long cape and hat.
People stood and stared,
then closed their doors as he passed.
He strolled the empty street,
kids banged on tin cans.
Then the panting dogs began to bark as the Road Singer sang.
Where do you go, where do you go
when hearts are closed?
When a friend becomes a stranger,
nobody wants to know.
Where do you go, where do you go
when the world turns dark,
and the light of truth is blown out,
and the roads are blocked?
He stopped by a store,
between the barrels and sacks.
A child's face peeped out and gave
a smile,
and ran back
behind a misty glass.
On a windowpane,
a little finger drew a perfect
heart and a name.
Where do you go,
where do you go
in a world filled with fright?
Only
a song to warm you through the night.
Where do you go, where do you go
after lies are
told,
and the light of truth is blown out,
and the night is cold?
Road Singer rode on
to another land.
Oh, the people spoke a different tongue.
They'd understand.
They showed him how to share,
and took him by the hand.
Showed him the path to heaven through the desert sand.
Where do you go, where do you go
to find happiness
in a world filled with hatred and tears?
Where do you go,
where do you go
if no one cares,
and everybody's lost looking for theirs?