the wind blows hard against this mountainside across the sea into my soul it reaches in to where i cannot hide setting my feet upon the road my heart is old it holds my memories my body burns a gemlike flame somewhere between the soul and soft machine is where i find myseld again kyrie elesion down the road that i must travel kyrie elesion through the darkness of the night kyrie elesion where i'm going will you follow kyrie elesion on a highway in the light when i was young i dreamed of growing old of wht my life would mean to me would i have followed down my chosen road or only wished what i could be