If they ask you where the old man's gone You may say you saw me leaving If they ask you did I crawl You may say that I was riding If they ask you was I bent with care Or did I hang my head in sorrow You may say that I rode tall Looking forward to tomorrow All you have for me is questions Living in the past they say Why should I have all the answers Let me make my way If they ask you did I travel light With no provisions close besides me Say my saddlebags were filled With all the dreams I need to guide me If they laugh and say he's lost his mind Did they ever stop to wonder Just what the fool would hope to find On the road that leads to yonder All you have for me is questions Living in the past they say Why should I have all the answers Let me make my way If they ask you where the old man's gone You may say you saw me leaving