Волчий Дождь

Been a long road to follow,
been there and gone tomorrow
without saying goodbye 
to yesterday.
Are the memories I hold
still valid
or have the tears
deluded them?

Maybe this time tomorrow
the rain will cease to follow
and the mist will fade into
one more today.
Something somewhere out there
keeps calling...

[Bridge]
I going home?
Will I hear someone
singing solace
to the silent moon?
Sheer gravity,
what's it like?
(I alone?)
Is there somebody
beyond these heavy aching feet?

Still the road keeps on telling me
to go on (go on)...

Something is pulling me,
I feel the gravity
of it all.