Interpret:

Blackmore's Night

Album:

Ghost Of A Rose

On a long road, miles to go 
Its winding and cold and its covered with snow 
But I ask you what we all want to know 
Where are we going from here... 


Lines on my face , lines on my hands 
Lead to a future I don't understand 
Some things don't go as they're planned... 
Where are we going from here... 


Tracing the trails through the mirrors of time 
Spinning in circles with riddles in rhyme 
We lose our way, trying to find 
Searching to find our way home... 
Trying to find our way home... 


As the day dies, with tears in our eyes 
There's too few hellos and too many goodbyes 
Silence answers our cries...where are we going from here... 


We're all on this road, with miles to go 
Braving new pathways into the unknown 
But who do you ask, when no one really knows 
Where we are going from here...