That lonesome road

Walk down that lonesome road
All by yourself.
Don’t turn your head
Back over your shoulder,
And only stop to rest yourself
When the silver moon
Is shining high
Above the trees.

If I had stopped to listen once or twice,
If I had closed my mouth and opened my eyes,
If I had cooled my head and warmed my heart,
I’d not be on this road tonight.
Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on.
Never mind feeling sorry for yourself,
It doesn’t save you from your troubled mind.

Walk down that lonesome road
All by yourself.
Don’t turn your head
Back over your shoulder,
And only stop to rest yourself
When the silver moon
Is shining high
(shining high)
Above the trees.