He Left Home Long Ago To Make His Own Tracks...With A Full Set Of Sails And The Wind At His Back...
He Left Home Long Ago To Make His Own Tracks...With A Full Set Of Sails And The Wind At His Back...
He Left Home Long Ago
To Make His Own Tracks
With A Full Set Of Sails
And The Wind At His Back
Like A Lone Set Of Prints
On A Virgin Snow
He Went Where No One Had Gone
And No One Would Go
He Chose The Least Traveled Path
As The Years Flew On By
Stood His Ground With The Beast
Looked Him Square In The Eye
He Was A Saint And A Sinner
Tried To Pay For His Sins
Not Afraid His Life Would End
He Just Prayed It Would Begin
His Bible Got Dusty
The Wind Knew His Name
He Lived Way Too Fast
It Was All One Big Game
As An Innocent Child
Spills The Hourglass Sand
God Speed Up Ahead
Time Waits For No Man