When I first found the path to the mountain
I looked ahead and I saw my reflection
With the songs and the passing clue above
I'm an evening rambler down the way just searching
And singing a sweet song of peace and love
Just cause the blue sky is passing it doesn't mean that you have to go
Well know the blue sky is crashing down
And the great sound of life is crooked now
I woke up one winter morning
and I heard the songs that anyone would hear
About the change just coming like you'd care
Then I heard the notes of my transformation
I looked up and you were standing there
I went down to sweet old Kentucky
That's where I heard the lonesome sound
The one that resembles blame
I opened my mind and I heard that realization
That we're all just the same