Whoah who knows how it goes How long have I gone without drinking? Wood can burn and wheels will turn And words won't say what i'm thinking. The gra**es sway turnin' to hay Now look at the harvest we're sowin' With plenty more pain to come around again Where green fields of love could be growing Don't' you know where we're going is not where we've been I believe it's the high road we're taking And you've chosen exactly the place to begin Cause the changes have been your own makin' oh Moving on singing my song Gotta leave all the sad times behind me When we find our peace of mind It won't take you too long to find me oh yes. [break] Whoah who knows how it goes how long have we gone without drinking? Wood can burn and wheels will turn but words won't say what we're thinking.