Trapt

Whichever way that the wind blows
That's where I'll go
I can't think bout tomorrow
On down the road to the unknown
I will follow
No more time left to borrow
the voice inside is calling me again
It told me to rest my head
The work is long the worries strong
As far as I can see there is no end
We toil through the dead of winter
The darkness lingers
Waiting for a tired sun to shine
You say you can predict the weather
it'll all get better
soon enough it will be our turn to thrive
Whichever way that the wind blows
That's where I'll go