Well, I guess you have noticed that I´m still on the road.
Singin´ those sad songs just to carry my load.
Now today I got your phonecall - your voice sounds so old.
It sounds kinda weary and it sounds kinda cold.

You say, you´ve got a job now and you´d live the real life.
And you´d think I was stupid and so would your wife.
You say you´d be a grown up person and I´d still be a child.
Well maybe you´re right, man, but maybe Lady Luck smiled.

All the hours - all the years.
All the faces - all the tears.
Wherever I may stay or roam
this long and winding road´s my home !

Well, once we shared the same dreams `bout songs that could change it all.
But then we reached the crossroads and here I stand in the same old hall
with a guitar in my hand and a very young old man´s voice.
Sometimes you´ve gotta sort things out and sometimes you ain´t got no choice.

So it was good now to hear from you - Thanks for your call.
Sorry, that I´m different and that I´m not feeling small.
So I wish you good luck, bro, and may you be well
while I´m out here on the road with some stories to tell.
While I´m out here on the road with some stories to tell.