As I stroll alone down this winding road
Hoping some day I'll find my home
Pouring out my heart to the people I meet
Then I tilt my glass and I'm on my feet

Another conversation with another brick wall
Another hour passes as the shadows fall
Another pair of deaf ears on another blank face
Just another day in another place

As I stroll alone down this winding road
Hoping someday I'll find my soul
Listening to the strangers who confide in me
And offering them false sympathy

Another set of problems from another person's life
To which I'll be replying with another fake smile
Another hard-luck tale of another lost soul
Just another day in this world so cold

Now I've come to the end of this winding road
I've found no home, I have no soul
There's a tear in my eye and lump in my throat
A pen in my hand and a suicide note

Another body lowered into another grave
Another lost soul that should have been saved
Another one falls of the edge of life
And another one's born as another one dies