Crossroads, [?] my friend
Tell me where the road ends
How does it come from somewhere?
I'll know when I get there

Preacher, we will meet again
When this is over I run
And your preaching is done
And your preaching is done

Now my brothers, under the Sun
Can you tell me where we came from?
And like when I move where
I can still be there

One day I will move my light
Through shiny tunnels
And came ashore
In a land [?] types

Nobody there
Only my light
And I was very aware
That I was there

Now my brothers, under the Sun
Can you tell me where we came from?
And like when I move where
I can still be there

Some say that we have reached a difficult situation
In a [?] made of
Freedom to make our mistakes
In a fight will not be lost

Now my brothers, under the Sun
Can you tell me where we came from?
And like when I move where
I can still be there