No Pointing Arrows

I am coming to the end of this road
My cursed hands they are worn and swollen
For a long time I've been carrying this load
now I'm resting my arms and these things have been old
oh now where do I go when there ain't no signs or pointing arrows
so many things that I wanted to fulfill
that I could not think straight and I could not sit still
and I could not sit straight and I could not think still
I am doing the best that I can with what I've been given
these things I have taken nothing has ever turned out as I planned
but that's how the path in life is what you make
and oh now where do I go when there ain't no signs or pointing arrows
so many things that I wanted to fulfill
that I could not think straight and I could not sit still
and I could not sit straight and I could not think still
Animal born in, oh, to my self
I got so many reasons to look outside myself
all the old familiar faces
and the unfamiliar faces
that's what every day is, and I do it again
oh in the morn' I wake with the sun
oh in the evening another day is done
and oh I feel restless
I never have guessed that I'd
be at this point at the end of this road