Текст: Cowboy Junkies. At The End Of Paths Taken. Cutting Board Blues.

If you've gone and made your mind up
About leaving tomorrow
Take it all, but leave
My cutting board behind

I can see my way ahead
I reach this closed doorway
Try as i might
I can't find my way behind

Do you see the end of time
Or a new level
Next time, alone
We'll leave the others behind

If you've gone and made your mind up
'bout leaving tomorrow
Take it all, but leave
My cutting board behind