Stuck On This Road

It's been a long hard trip this season,
So many shortcuts and rides I had owed,
If you think of me don't send your hardship,
I'm stuck on this road, stuck on this road

With me the stong rains and thunders travel,
Like a suitcase abandoned alongside the road,
Walking on stitches of the path to unravel,
I'm stuck on this road, stuck on this road

On this road people have been buried deep,
Deeper than the reach of their heart's load,
Their graves have brought me to knees to weep,
I'm stuck on this road, stuck on this road

I followed the wind as if it were my breath,
As if death was the storm the wind bestowed,
A world of hate that met its violent death,
We're all stuck on this road, stuck on this road