People say nothing from today will still remain Or be the same But I believe the mystery runs deeper The road ahead is calling me again I walk into the garden I will not lose my way A bed of roses is waiting for me there At the autumn of each day You'd better stop Think of what you're saying Think of all the power that bitter words define Don't ask the preacher man Or the sinner man The long ride home is yours alone to find People say nothing but the truth is on their side And they see the light But I still believe in a deeper understanding Beyond a world that's wired in black and white I walk into the silence I hear the garden call my name A bed of roses still waiting for me there In the paradise we'll make You'd better stop Think of what you're doing Think of how the power controls your mind Don't ask the preacher man Or the sinner man The long ride home is yours alone to find ♪ The long ride home ♪ A bed of roses still waiting for me there In the paradise we made You'd better stop Think of what you're saying Think about the power that bitter words define Don't ask the preacher man Or the sinner man The long ride home is yours alone to find You'd better stop Think of what you're saying Don't teach the preacher man Or the sinner man The long ride home is yours alone to find The long ride home Yours alone to find