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