On The Road To Find Out

Cat Stevens


Well I left my happy home to see what I could find out 
I left my folk and friends with the aim to clear my mind out 
Well I hit the rowdy road and many kinds I met there 
Many stories told me of the way to get there 

So on and on I go, the seconds tick the time out 
There's so much left to know, and I'm on the road to find out 

Well in the end I'll know, but on the way I wonder 
Through descending snow, and through the frost and thunder 

Well, I listen to the wind come howl, telling me I have to hurry 
I listen to the robin's song saying not to worry 

So on and on I go, the seconds tick the time out 
There's so much left to know, and I'm on the road to findout 

Then I found myself alone, hopin' someone would miss me 
Thinking about my home, and the last woman to kiss me, kiss me 

But sometimes you have to moan when nothing seems to suit yer 
But nevertheless you know you're locked towards the future 

So on and on you go, the seconds tick the time out 
There's so much left to know, and I'm on the road to findout 

Then I found my head one day when I wasn't even trying 
And here I have to say, 'cause there is no use in lying, lying 

Yes the answer lies within, so why not take a look now? 
Kick out the devil's sin, pick up, pick up a good book now



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