a blow in the gale

The path is long, it's cold and wet Desire your paths will lead you quicker here than the rest And you can hope for a life that is calm But come in time, you’re gonna pick up one That feels a little hard The wind lays heavy, it weighs in stone My instinct tells me I should walk this path alone And you can hope for a life that is calm But come in time, you're gonna Pick up one that feels a little hard