"Many are the times I've been mistaken,
And many times confused.
Yes, and I've often felt forsaken
And certainly misused.
Oh, but I'm all right, I'm all right,
Just weary to my bones.
Still, you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far away from home, so far away from home...
And I don't know a soul who's not been battered.
I don't have a friend who feels at ease.
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
Or driven to its knees.
But it's all right, it's all right,
for we lived so well so long.
Still, when I think of the
road we're traveling on,
I wonder what's gone wrong.
I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong..."
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