And once I walked a million miles All the way to Yugoslavia And I carried you all of the way For where I was then there you are. As the sun rose o'er the curb stones By the road where I'd been sleeping Them night-long trucks, as they roared by They could not drown my weeping. And it was me, and I alone Who looked toward the far horizon And I saw King Heron On his dead tree throne And I knew not which to keep my mind on. Now I cannot speak for everyone For they got their reasons All on this road But, Heron, would that I had your wings For then I'd know where I would go. For then I'd know where I would go...