We are but travelers on a road without end 
Searching for signs that the spirit may send 
There are few answers in this life I'm afraid 
Only more questions from this world that he made 

South of the city where the olive trees grow 
In the space between moments my heart sometimes goes 
I bathe in the silence there down on my knees 
Then it's gone like a woman who dances to tease 

There was no way I could hold you my dear 
I can only get closer with each passing year 

Sometimes I'm inside you, sometimes we're apart 
But there's always a place for you here in my heart 
And if we survive it will all just depend 
For we are but travelers on a road without end