(ian hunter)      All the changes they will take their time   In the morning dust they'll begin to rise   Halfway to a borderline   Well I can see the end   For the very first time      Well I know I lost just a little bit on the journey   When my mind's been split by little things that didn't fit on the way   Oh I know I lost just a little bit on the journey   'cos I'm trying so hard to get going      There's a man on a bridge called suicide   And he hides his head while the coast is dark   And the river drags and the water sways   Oh his rags've seen better days      And I guess he lost just a little bit on the journey   For his mind was split by little things that didn't fit on the way   (oh) yes I know he lost just a little bit on the journey      For every gift he had to give   For every life (yeah) he had to live   Well they meant nothing without her to guide him on his way      Well he told her he was a leader   Of a well respected [load]   But when he tried to leave her   Well she looked right down her nose   Many times he tried to make her believe in herself   But she wouldn't listen to a word he said      Well he followed her though the darkness   All the chances I take   He followed her though the wilderness   Her mystery to break   Many times he tried to make her believe in herself   But she wouldn't listen to a word he said      So for 40 days and for 40 nights   Well they tied my [ways] they can see the light   And the angel screamed in my nightmare ride   And the changes left (yeah) but they will take their time      And I guess I lost just a little bit on the journey   Yes I know I lost just a little bit on the way   I know I lost just a little bit on the journey   Oh I know I lost just a little bit on the journey   Yes I guess I lost just a little bit on the way   Yes I know I lost just a little bit on the journey   (everybody's got a journey)