No Pointing Arrows

I am coming to the end of this road

My cursed hands they are worn and swollen

For a long time I've been carrying this load 

Now I'm resting my arms of these things have been holding



Oh now where do I go

When there ain't no signs or pointing arrows

So many things that I wanted to fulfill

That I could not think straight and I could not sit still

And I could not sit straight and I could not think still



I am doing the best that I can

With what I've been given, these things I have taken

Nothing has ever turned out as I planned

But that's how the path of life is what you make



Oh now where do I go

When there ain't no signs or pointing arrows

So many things that I wanted to fulfill

That I could not think straight and I could not sit still

And I could not sit straight and I could not think still



Animal born in, oh, to my self

I got so many reasons to look outside myself

All the old familiar faces

And the unfamiliar faces

That's what every day is, and I do it again



Oh, in the morn' I wake with the sun

Oh, in the evening another day is done

And oh I feel restless, I never have guessed

That I'd be at this point at the end of this road