I don't know the story
It happened so fast - still
I know something - is missing
Something I never can give
Or take back and so I sit here
And just wonder 'bout : do I give
or just take - it won't matter too much
I don't know the road you are taking - no
I don't know the road you are taking
And your father is ill and your mother
Won't share all her anguish - that scatters
Your heart out - if only she would then you could
Muster some way to shoulder in part all her grieving -
perhaps that's the road you'll be taking
* Songwriters: Gordon Lightfoot: The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
