| Roadsinger came to town, long cape and hat
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| People stood and stared then closed their doors as he passed
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| He strolled the empty street, kids banged on tin cans
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| Then the panting dogs began to bark as the Roadsinger sang
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| Where do you go, where do you go, when hearts are closed?
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| When a friend becomes a stranger, nobody wants to know
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| Where do you go, where do you go, when the world turns dark?
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| And the light of truth is blown out and the roads are blocked?
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| He stopped by a stall, between the barrels and sacks
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| A child’s face peeped out and gave a smile and ran back
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| Behind a misty glass, on a windowpane
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| A little finger drew a perfect heart and a name
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| Where do you go, where do you go, in a world filled with fright?
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| Only a song to warm you through the night
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| Where do you go, where do you go, after lies are told?
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| And the light of truth is blown out and the night is cold?
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| Mmm …
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| Roadsinger rode on to another land
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| Though the people spoke a different tongue it understand
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| They showed him how to share and took him by the hand
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| Showed him the path to Heaven through the desert sand
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| Where do you go, where do you go, to find happiness
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| In a world filled with hatred, cheers?
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| Where do you go, where do you go, if no one cares?
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| And everybody’s lost looking for theirs? |