(Jerry McBee)

The strange lonely whistle of the distant movin' train
Breaks the silence of the gray winter skies
As I walk with my belongings down the road I'd never seen
While the bitter wind brings teardrops to my eyes.

Oh, where will I be when tomorrow weakens me
Am I looking for a dream I'll never find
Will I ever be the man I want to be
Or forgotten footprints in the sands of time?

As I'm walking down the road my thoughts keep running back to you
And I hope it's in your heart to understand
Though you never made me sorry for the love I gave to you
I'm just sorry that I'm not your kind of man.

Oh, where will I be when tomorrow weakens me
Am I looking for a dream I'll never find
Will I ever be the man I want to be
Or forgotten footprints in the sands of time?

--- Instrumental ---

Oh, where will I be when tomorrow weakens me
Am I looking for a dream I'll never find
Will I ever be the man I want to be
Or forgotten footprints in the sands of time?...