On an old dusty road, he made his way
To try to get home, he slaved all day
In such dirty clothes, he wore rags
That's all that we have

But the things he made were with his hands
And the things that he made were made to last
And just one of these things that he made was a man
He will say that I am

I wanna know where to go to from here
I wanna know where it leads
I'm far away gambling with all I've held dear
And I wanna know where it leads

I wanna know wherе to go to from here
I wanna know wherе it leads
I'm far away gambling with all I've held dear
And I need to know what it leaves me

I wanna know where to go to from here
I wanna know where it leads
I'm far away gambling with all I've held dear
And I wanna know where it leads

I wanna know where to go to from here
I wanna know where it leads
I'm far away gambling with all I've held dear
And I need to know what it leaves me