one, two, three, four
be still for me
don't worry about everything you see
there's a time, a place
i could trace the years upon your face
wayward son, you've lost your head again
think of all the words you could've said
the road's not fit for a kid who ain't ready to see it yet
it's alright to let yourself down again tonight
let go, release
won't you help me set my mind at ease
there's a will, a way
i know it's getting dark now but it's okay
this time understand, that this lonely, tired bird don't know how to land
wayward son, you've lost your head again
think of all the words you could've said
the road's not fit for a kid who ain't ready to see it yet
it's alright to let yourself down again tonight
hey there son, you've gotta carry on
take a load off your weary head
the road's not fit for a kid who ain't ready to see it yet
it's alright to let yourself down again tonight
in this we life we love who we can
then they're gone, then they're gone
but what will be and what has been
will be again