Text: Cowboy Junkies. At the End of Paths Taken. Cutting Board Blues.

If you've gone, made up your mind 'bout 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

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

Take it all but leave my cutting board behind
Take it all but leave my cutting board behind
Take it all, yeah, take it all
Take it all but leave my cutting board behind

Yeah, take it all, take it all, take it all, take it all
Leave my cutting board behind
Leave my cutting board behind
Yeah, take it all, take it all, take it all