Coming Closer to the Day - Robin Trower

Does the road stretch out for me

Like dead trails across a clear blue sky

Maybe a path not foreseen

To somewhere yet to be defined

Coming closer to the day

Move up through the gates, no turning back

Could be a proper

Not a head full of whispered lies

Take up my armor and my shield

As the sun begins to rise

Coming closer to the day

Move up through the gates or turn away

Stop counting every step

And be free

Time to make the going sweet

And ride a wave on the quest

Wake up from forgetful sleep

As but not without rest

Coming closer to the day

Move up through the gates or turn away

Coming closer to the day

Move up through the gates or turn away

Stop counting every step

And be free