Ac ross the open f ields the grasses are blowing
I n the heat of the d ay
The shadows of the t rees r each out across the road
S howing me the w ay
A nother night is c alling
T his time feels like A brand new d ay
I 've felt this way before
I 'll feel this way again
It's the c hanging of the road
A nd maybe it's the coming of the w ind
You've been too long on the w ay not s topping anywhere
Won't you c ome in and take some r est
Tomorrow there's a r oad still s hining in the sun
W hat's one short night more or l ess
C rossroads it's a crossr oads
A nd who can say which way to g o?
I 've felt this way before
I 'll feel this way again
It's the c hanging of the road
A nd maybe it's the coming of the w ind
I've been on the straight and n arrow not looking right or left
I've been p laces I wouldn't trade for g old
And y ou know I've found a happiness
That c annot be bought or s old
But y ou and I know it h appens
That f ate comes knocking at our d oor
I t's been this way before
I t's bound to be again
It's the c hanging of the road
A nd maybe it's the coming of the w ind