THERE'S A PATHWAY THROUGH THE DEN
AND ON UP THROUGH THE HAZE
LEADS TO PLACES THAT I'VE BEEN
AND TAKES ME BACK AWAYS
HOW MY LIFE WOULD SPLENDA
HAD I TRAVELED HERE TO FORE
COULD I USE THIS TIME TO RENDER
BURIED TRUTHS, FORGOTTEN LOVE
COULD I HAVE STIDIED HARDER
JUST TO KNOW WHAT I KNOW NOW
WOULD I HAVE CHEATED JUST A BIT
TO KEEP MY FRIENDS ABOUT, SOMEHOW
THE ONES THAT FELL BEFORE THEY KNEW
HOW SPECIAL THEY WOULD BE
THE ONES WHO LEFT, THOSE PRECIOUS FEW
WHO MEANT SO MUCH TO ME.
AND THROUGH IT SEEMS I'VE MISSED MY GATE
TO TRAVEL WITH THE PACK
I'LL WRITTEN MY BOOK AND WATCH AND WAIT
AND GLEAN THE HAYS TIL THEY GET BACK
