I walk down the road and I’m alone again but
I will sing a song as I go.
I walk down the road and I’m alone again but
You will be the voice in my throat
(Male)
All these years, I’ve traveled down a lonesome pathway
Singing something you’ll never know.
All these years, I’ve traveled down a lonesome pathway
You have been the voice in my throat.
You’re the only voice I know… The only voice in my throat.
(Female)
Walking round through legions of somnambulists* but
There is something you ought to know.
Walking round through legions of somnambulists but
You’re the dream and I never woke.
(Male)
Still in bed surounded by a lonely silence —
Sheets are crumpled, blanket is cold.
Still in bed surounded by a lonely silence —
You’re the dream and I never woke.
You’re the only choice I know… the only voice in my throat.
(Female)
Day is done and here I am at home again but
You have been the stories I’ve told.
Day is done and here I am at home again but
You have been the voice in my throat.
(Male)
Day has come and out I go to face the sunlight,
I will sing a song as I go.
Day has come and out I go to face the sunlight,
You will be the voice in my throat.