Hey, hey, hey, tell me did you find your way?nThere's a lot of things you've done I'd damn you fornnFrom finger to finger, from head to toenI do hope you're alrightnAnd it's time to admit it's my faultnThat we don't talk anymore, nonnI'm winter cold in maiden fallnA beaten road where no one goesnAnd though I've left my postnThe ones who meant the mostnWrote you a song, a stepping stonennWait and stay, without you I'll decay awaynAnd there won't be a whole lot that's left of mennWith muscle and marrow and strength in my bonesnI will tear out the bricksnThat are holding together the wallsnThat divide our frail homesnnI'm winter cold in maiden fallnA beaten road where no one goesnAnd though I've left my postnThe ones who meant the mostnWrote you a songnnI'm winter cold in maiden fallnA beaten road where no one goesnAnd though I've left my postnThe ones who meant the mostnWrote you a songnnI'm winter cold in maiden fallnA beaten road where no one goesnAnd though I've left my postnThe ones who meant the mostnWrote you a song, a stepping stone