Passing down this garden road
I pass it many times
Beauty flashing in the air
Covers many vines

Each day I seek the answer that I must know
I found my questions on this garden road
One day this path will be free
And this garden road and whoa, for you and me

Nothing seems to pass my grip
By my every thought
Judging by my memory
Has me by some hold

I found the questions I must know
Well I got them questions on this garden road

One day this path will be free
And this garden road and whoa, for you and me