"The Long Ride Home" lyrics

People say nothing from today will still remain
Or be the same
But I believe the mystery runs deeper
The road ahead is calling me again

I walk into the garden
I will not lose my way
A bed of roses is waiting for me there
At the autumn of each day

You'd better stop
Think of what you're saying
Think of all the power that bitter words define
Don't ask the preacher man
Or the sinner man
The long ride home is yours alone to find

People say nothing but the truth is on their side
And they see the light
But I still believe in a deeper understanding
Beyond a world that's wired in black and white

I walk into the silence
I hear the garden call my name
A bed of roses still waiting for me there
In the paradise we'll make

You'd better stop
Think of what you're doing
Think of how the power controls your mind
Don't ask the preacher man
Or the sinner man
The long ride home is yours alone to find

The long ride home

A bed of roses still waiting for me there
In the paradise we made

You'd better stop
Think of what you're saying
Think about the power that bitter words define
Don't ask the preacher man
Or the sinner man
The long ride home is yours alone to find

You'd better stop
Think of what you're saying

Don't teach the preacher man
Or the sinner man
The long ride home is yours alone to find
The long ride home
Yours alone to find