Around the Bend
We wonder, oh we wonder what’s up around the bend,
on a lonely narrow cow path or a highway with no end.
We’re wondering what our futures hold,
on that ol’ home range we’ve always rode,
or like drifters searchin’ for long lost gold,
a new treasure surely could unfold.
There’s something about that special place.
It sings a song in an empty space.
We just must hear this calling bird,
and know the song, its every word,
with this we hope the answers heard,
that will satisfy this searching urge.
Ask a servant of the narrow road
to tell you what and how to go.
But late at night he too will send
his question of a heavenly bend.
When each must meet the final end
or sing the songs of holy men.
Until we meet our maker it will always be this way,
asking questions about that yonder land.
The somewhere land, the unseen land,
that always sunshine cloudless land,
that never crying live forever land,
that land around the bend.
