No Pointing Arrows

I am a-comin' to the end of this road
My cursed hands, they are worn and swollen
For a long time, I've been carryin' this load
Now I'm restin' my arms of these things have been holdin' now

Oh, now where do I go
When there ain't no signs or pointing arrows?
So many things that I wanted to fulfill
That I could not think straight and I could not sit still
And I could not sit straight and I could not think still

I am a-doin' the best that I can
With what I've been given, these things I have taken
Nothin' has ever turned out as I planned
But that's how the path of your life is what you make it

Oh, now where do I go
When there ain't no signs or pointing arrows?
So many things that I wanted to fulfill
That I could not think straight and I could not sit still
And I could not sit straight and I could not think still

Animal born in, oh, to myself
I got so many reasons to look outside myself
All the old familiar faces
And the unfamiliar faces
That's what every day is, and I do it again

Oh, in the morn', I wake with the sun
Oh, in the evenin', another day is done
And oh I feel restless, I never have guessed
That I'd be at this point at the end of this road