(Scott Turner)

Beside the cottonfield I was born
Underneath the tree was my home
A flock of geese flew overhead
Wind from the wings fall down to me
Come go with us, that's my way.

It grieves me much to see you cry
I'll break a heart with my goodbye
I warned you ahead of time
I could never say I'm sorry
But it has to be, that's my way.

That's my way to try to find
A place I've never been
Before directions master me
And distance is my friend
I try to put a lifetime into each and every day
That's my way.

I yearn to love but it can't be
For fear of what's inside of me
With the each day setting of the sun
A passin' train stirs my soul
Like winds of long ago, that's my way.

That's my way, that's my way
That's my way...