Time takes me by the hand and marches down the road
I was hoping I could meet you there before I got too old
Cause I keep thinking I can wait awhile and just kick about the stones
But time is scolding me onward and now I really have got to go
There's a whisper in the forest and a flash of white-tailed deer
They can see I'm driven forward and they can smell my lonely fear
And time is holding all the answers and keeping them close
So I must pick up my feet and follow and see now where they go
Oh I wish you'd journey with me
I really hate to be alone
But I will mark these trees around me
If someday you'll follow