Silver Roof

I want to know
Where that road is going to
I want to know
Where it’s going to
And where it’s coming from
Where it’s coming from
I want to know
Why that road is so alone
I want to know
Why it’s so alone
And does it ever get home
Does it ever get home
And if I kept on walking
Would I end up in Spain
Would I meet somebody
To give me shelter from the rain
I can hear the rain pitter-patter
On the tiny silver roof of my heart
Little man who lives in there
Never really got a start
One day he’ll come outside
And he’ll look at the sky
He’ll walk this way or that…
And I want to know…