The way has lost me. You see the path can’t find me. I know where it is, I know that I want it. But the path can’t find me, it seems to be lost.
The path can’t find me, I know it sounds strange, but when I went to follow my dreams, I found the path had lost me. And now I can’t find my way. The path has been lost in the woods all day.
The path has been lost, and who I wonder will find it, and this is sometimes answered, in the living moment.
When one fine day I turn on the TV and see someone with my ideas, and my dreams. So you see they had found my path that had strayed from me. And now my dreams are gone from me.