The Path Lyrics

When a horse, wild and free

Wanders alone in the woods

Toward a salt lick, the way becomes known

Over again, toward a point in the wilderness

Animals follow the path

And the path becomes a way, ways turn to roads

Twisting our Sunday drives deep in the woods

On a road made by men, but mapped out by hooves

Long before ways were free, they were good

Look to the sky from the ground

All around there are marvels

Behold there are roads upon roads

Even now, space

Just a point in the wilderness

Everyone follows a path

And the path becomes a way, ways turn to roads

Twisting our Sunday drives deep in the woods

On a road made by men, but mapped out by hooves

Long before ways were free, they were good

In all our learned ways

And our ways to come

There must soon come a time

When will we ask

Are the ways still good

What we leave behind

Will our daughters and sons

Follow the path

And the path becomes a way, ways turn to roads

Twisting our Sunday drives deep in the woods

On a road made by men, but mapped out by hooves

Long before ways were free, they were good