King Without A Throne - Ken Hensley



Walk on the dusty road

Without any shoes

See all the people out there

Singing the blues

I've got my trouble but

I'm paying my dues

It isn't easy but

There's too much to lose



Many's the time

I have wandered alone

Looking this way and that

For something unknown



But where can a good king go

Without his throne?



Many's the good man

Lost in his prime

The path of fortune

Took him well before his time

He ain't got his trouble

But I've still got mine

Got to find some freedom

Before I start to decline



The moon is rising and

I'm still on my own

This must be life I guess

The seeds have been sown



Where can he go, who can he see

Is there anybody, it's easy to be

Find him a stairway, find him a tree

And while you're doing it

Please won't you find one for me



The unbeliever says

It's hard to believe

I'm told the preacher

Frowns on those who deceive

The winds of winter

Steal leaves from the trees

The path of fortune

Is getting closer to me



The snow is falling

And the thruth is obscured

I think of all the things

My soul has endured

Cursing this loneliness

That can't be cured



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