Woorden: Grateful Dead. Like A Road.

When the road gets too long
And you run all out of sun
And the pain gets too much to bear
Turn around, turn around
Turn around, and I'll be there
Like a Road, Like a Road leading home
When you wake up and start to cry
And you need some place to go
And you want some company that really cares
Turn around...
When the grey clouds pass you by
And the road you travel on
Doesn't seem to be goin' anywhere
Turn around...