There's a light in the darkness just barely out of view
From the corner of your vision it beckons to you
After the crops have all come in amid the stubble and the chaff
Keep on walking when it whispers and don't look back
Some say it's the Ghost Train's headlights
Or poor Wayland Smiths' pyre
Some say it's the Will o' the Wisp or St. Elmo's fire
Or the ghost of wandering spirits that got lost between the worlds
Keep on walking when they whisper or if the lines begin to blur
When it's done it's said and done
When it's gone it's good and gone
Sometimes there's nothing left to do
But pack it up and move along
I'm not saying I don't remember or that all things can be repaired
But after the truth has been told where do we go from there?
Sorrow is a constant companion we learn just to walk beside
Keep walking when it whispers and don't listen when it lies
When it's done it's said and done
When it's gone it's good and gone
Sometimes there's nothing left to do
But pack it up and move along
There are stories we are told just to keep us in our place
There are stories we made up ourselves to save a little face
They're the ones that made us crazy and the ones that kept us sane
Keep on walking if the stories all start to sound the same
When it's done it's said and done
When it's gone it's good and gone
Sometimes there's nothing left to do
But pack it up and move along
When it's done it's said and done
When it's gone it's good and gone
Sometimes there's nothing left to do
But pack it up and move along
Sometimes there's nothing left to do
But pack it up and move along
Sometimes there's nothing left to do
But pack it up and move along