[Intro – spoken, gravelly] Well then… The wind’s fair. And somewhere up ahead, another road is waiting. [Verse 1] I watched the morning rise and burn behind a station by the sea, my pack was full of folded maps, my boots were worn, my heart was free. A bike, a train, a harbor light, a road that wandered out of sight— and somewhere round the next bend lay a world I’d never known before. [Pre-Chorus] You don’t need much to travel far: a little courage, an open mind. Just set your feet upon the road— you’ll find a door you didn’t know you’d find. [Chorus] The world has doors left open, the wind will lead the way. Where strangers greet you with a smile, the miles roll soft away. A crust of bread, a word, a chair beside a fire’s warm glow— and strangers turn to friends before the night is through. [Verse 2] An old man stood beside his house, his hands were rough, his eyes were clear. He showed me where the water ran, then asked me where I’d been that year. He brought two cups of coffee out, a slice of cake his own hands made. We talked of wind and weather till the moon came climbing through the shade. [Pre-Chorus] No gold, no grand and shining words— just time enough to share. And when I think of all I’ve seen, it’s moments such as these I carry everywhere. [Chorus] The world has doors left open, the wind will lead the way. Where strangers greet you with a smile, the miles roll soft away. A crust of bread, a word, a chair beside a fire’s warm glow— and strangers turn to friends before the night is through. [Instrumental – accordion, upright bass, brushed drums] [Verse 3] There was rain along the road, a headwind, and a flat tire too. One night I slept beneath a roof, my coat soaked through, my eyes shut tight. But somewhere, someone left a light on, pulled up a chair and made some room. “Come in, my friend,” they said to me. “Tell me where you’ve ridden from.” [Bridge – quiet at first, then building] The maps will fade, the pictures pale, as years go rolling by. But kindness given on the road will travel till the day we die. And when at last I furl my sails, one truth will still remain: The finest journeys lead to people, not just through land after land. [Final Chorus – full crew joining in] The world has doors left open, the wind will lead the way. Where strangers greet you with a smile, the miles roll soft away. A crust of bread, a word, a chair beside a fire’s warm glow— and strangers turn to friends before the night is through. [Outro – slow, voice and chorus] A crust of bread, a word, a chair beside the fire… The world has doors left open.
