Blackmore's Night - Where are we going from here

^AmOn a long road, miles to go It's winding and cold and its c^Dmovered with sn^Gow But ^GI ask you wh^Eat we all w^Amant to know Wh^Gere are we g^Eoing from h^Amere...

L^Amines on my face , lines on my hands Lead to a future I d^Dmon't underst^Gand S^Gome things don't g^Eo as they're pl^Amanned... Wh^Gere are we g^Eoing from h^Amere...

Tr^Amacing the tr^Gails through the m^Firrors of t^Eime Sp^Aminning in c^Gircles with r^Ciddles in rh^Gyme W^Dme lose our w^Amay, tr^Eying to f^Amind S^Fearching to f^Eind our way h^Amome... ^G Tr^Fying to f^Eind our way h^Amome...

^AmAs the day dies, with tears in our eyes There's too few hellos and too m^Dmany goodb^Gyes S^Gilence ^Eanswers our cr^Amies... wh^Gere are we g^Eoing from h^Amere..

We're ^Amall on this road, with miles to go Braving new pathways int^Dmo the unkn^Gown But wh^Go do you ^Eask, when no ^Amone really knows Wh^Gere we are g^Eoing from h^Amere...

Tr^Amacing the tr^Gails through the m^Firrors of t^Eime Sp^Aminning in c^Gircles with r^Ciddles in rh^Gyme W^Dme lose our w^Amay, tr^Eying to f^Amind S^Fearching to f^Eind our way h^Amome... ^G Tr^Fying to f^Eind our way h^Amome...