Somehow I find myself far out of line
From the ones I had drawn
Wasn’t the best of paths, you could attest to that,
But I’m keeping on.
Would our paths cross if every great loss
Had turned out our gain?
Would our paths cross if the pain it had cost us
Was paid in vain?
There was no pot of gold, hardly a rainbow
Lighting my way
But I will be true to the red, black and blues