When I first found the path to the mountain I looked ahead and I saw my reflection With the songs and the passing blue 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 I 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