lyrics
all along the winding road
to babylon i go
to stop my soul who goes the other way
to ask the time of day
and up and down the spiral stairs
to bury angels that i carry
to the place i found back when
i lost my brother there
and all around the lines we wrote
and all the things we could not say
i found them there between his hands
and planted trees to make some shade
so maybe you should come along
and maybe carry me for sure
until we get to babylon
and find out what we're fighting for
