Sleeping on the Way

I can’t tell, can you
Where we have been
What we’re going through
May we rise ahead
Or sink like a rock on a feather bed

Old men’s hands and mine
Counting the years and forgetting the rhymes
Holding hands with fate
And watching for fires and pearly gates

Both or either way
We’re bound to make it
Opening our eyes
Or sleeping on the way
I can’t tell, can you
Where we have been
What we’re going through
May we risе ahead
Or sink like a rock on a feathеr bed
Both or either way
We’re bound to make it
Opening our eyes
Or sleeping on the way

I can’t tell, can you
Where we have been
What we’re going through
May we rise ahead
Or sink like a rock on a feather bed