I Look At The World (The Higher Road)

I seek to find
the higher road;
in country wide I roam.
But where to find
without bein' blind
a better way to go,

O, a better way to go!

When all around
our dreams lie bound
by fences and corrals;
on paths we walk
comrades who talk
of freer times than now,

O, of freer times than now!

I cannot see
nor feel their pull,
oppressed though they
in joy are masked --
all our wills defy this still:
the better road we lack,

O, the better road we lack!

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(a support non-entry)