Its is a long and winding road,

with little up ahead,

with many many turns and twists,

and still yet more to come.

I walk and walk and yet I find,

many more just like this one.

Curving, wicked, and treacherous

and worn-out soles abound.

It is a long and winding road,

with light (sometimes) ahead,

I walk and walk and yet I find,

(that sometimes, just sometimes)

even worn-out souls rebound.