Well my name is not important

You could say I've been around

And my song it has been stolen like all others in this town

I can tell the way I'm headed by the moss upon the trees

I mean every word I've said

And nothing means a thing to me I'm a man without a direction

I'm a ship without a sea

Meet me at the resurrection

Say you'll save a place for me Now the sky is casting over

There's a storm cloud rolling in

I believe it could be months before I pass this way again

Count the scars on the horizon

Count the birds up in the sky

There's a dogwood at the crossing

You can't miss it if you try And if you see me coming through the distant grass

Send a hand to clear the stones out of my path If you see my dear companion

Tell her that I am not lost

I am standing at the station

I am trying to get across

Count the clouds on the horizon

Count the stars up in the sky

There's a dogwood at the turning

You can't miss it if you try