narrow path through hallowed grounds silent walk among the clouds pile of stones hidden in the pine Only seen through dead man’s eyes… Autumn leaves turn brandy wine Fall and dance in the wind outside shadow wanders though the fog Searching for the light it lost I’m not afraid Because I’m not alone She’s waiting there To carry me home lifetime written in his weathered red face Every triumph, every fall from grace Another [bad word] and gone It won’t be long… I’m not afraid Because I’m not alone She’s waiting there To carry me home [bad word] home, [bad word] home!