1.

Its time to cry and time to shout.
God knows I've tried to be devout.
Yes, I've been faithful, not always true
still wisdom gained burned its way through,
and now its branded in my mind,
for me to spread to all my kind,
my message short,  my voice now strong:
The man upstairs is never wrong!


Chorus:

It's time for sweeter winds to blow.
I've stumbled far as I can go.
I've seen wonders and learned of sin.
I've even crossed the void within,
and every groove carved in my soul
is what I needed to be whole.


2.

I see the road lies ahead,
and though my feet are made of lead,
and though my soles are chapped and torn,
and though my clothes are old and worn,
I know that I can see this through,
and bear the burden of the few,
who choose to never leave the road,
and always proudly bear their load.


Chorus:

It's time for sweeter winds to blow.
I've stumbled far as I can go.
I've seen wonders and learned of sin.
I've even crossed the void within,
and every groove carved in my soul
is what I needed to be whole.