In the autumn when the leaves are falling
and summer is gone at last,
somewhere on this highway
is an answer to my past
Deep in these Maine forests
where I found the first path
out of the confusion
that is close behind and laughs
There was a man on the road
and he asked where I was going
I told him somewhere north of here
where the skies are heavy and snowing

He didn’t ask me to hear his story
but I took the time to listen
he said he was not the one who was guilty
but he called the stars to glisten
I told him I had danced in there gaze
He said it was a start
but while I danced that I should pray
to really find the art
His eyes were cold and lonely
robbed of a life they knew
His words were old and only
helped me return to you