Telling A Mile Of Broken Stone
I'd never let myself smell the roses
I'd drink a bitter wine
With memories of Moses
In a broken line.
My idols on pedestals -
I threw them all away,
'Cause I could not tell the lies
From the light of day.
Oh, Happiness Road
Is hard way to hoe
A mile of broken stone
miles all alone
miles and miles
Bitterness is a cruel mistress
I was standing in line
And I guess I missed this
Warning sign
No bills posted
No message on the wall
You'll get it at all.
'Cause Happiness road
Is hard way to hoe
A mile of broken stone
miles all alone
miles and miles
We make our own myths
It's only hit or miss
And anything else would be
Better than this
Better than a mile of broken stone
miles all alone
miles and miles
miles and miles
miles and miles...
Piano - George Winston
Courtesy of Windham Hill Records
French horn - Jeff de Rosa