Many days I've traveled, but I know not where I'm going to
I'm lost, lost along the way
From Mexico to Paris, always the same solitary circle
In an empty cafe
Their faces were so empty, meaningless and negative to me
I could have died
The bodies and the strangers reflected in their glasses as they drank
Not seeing eye to eye

[Chorus]
Ride Easy my friends, this journey ends
Before it begins
Ride Easy my friends, this story ends
Before it begins

Long dead winter, when I thought that spring would never come again
Melting the snow
Many days I've reveled, evenings through to mornings through to evenings
With nothing to show

[Chorus]

Their faces were so empty, meaningless and negative to me
I could have died
The bodies and the strangers, reflected in their glasses as they drank
Not seeing eye to eye
Many days I've traveled, going 'round in social circles lost
Lost along the way
Many nights I've reveled, but I thought I saw the message in a bottle
And drifting away

[Chorus]"

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): JOHN KENNETH WETTON, STEVE JAMES HOWE