The road is wide
toward the bend,
traveling towards,
our journey's end.
The days are short,
the nights are long.
We use our breath
to sing a song.
Good golly, ms Molly
comes to mind
and the future is better,
for all of mankind.
The road is wide
toward the bend,
traveling towards,
our journey's end.
The days are short,
the nights are long.
We use our breath
to sing a song.
Good golly, ms Molly
comes to mind
and the future is better,
for all of mankind.