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I am coming to the end of this roadMy cursed hands they are worn and swollenFor a long time I've been carrying this load now I'm resting my arms and these things have been oldoh now where do I go when there ain't no signs or pointing arrowsso many things that I wanted to fulfillthat I could not think straight and I could not sit stilland I could not sit straight and I could not think stillI am doing the best that I can with what I've been giventhese things I have taken nothing has ever turned out as I plannedbut that's how the path in life is what you makeand oh now where do I go when there ain't no signs or pointing arrowsso many things that I wanted to fulfillthat I could not think straight and I could not sit stilland I could not sit straight and I could not think stillAnimal born in, oh, to my selfI got so many reasons to look outside myselfall the old familiar facesand the unfamiliar facesthat's what every day is, and I do it againoh in the morn' I wake with the sunoh in the evening another day is doneand oh I feel restlessI never have guessed that I'dbe at this point at the end of this road Aus Songtexte Mania