Lyrics:

How many roads have I wondered?
None, and each my own
Behind me the bridges have crumbled
No question of return

Autumn leaves like discarded dreams
Trampled underneath a tide of careless feet
It's the same song playing
Everywhere I go
It's like an army marching right through me.

Nowhere to go but the horizon
Where, then, will I call my home?

Summer spent, in the high grass
Or just fragments, ransacked memories
Dark river snakes, across this murky hall
Boatman sings his downstream melodies.

How many roads have I wondered?
None, and each my own
Behind me the bridges have crumbled
Where, then, will I call my home?