As we wind on down the road ,
Our shadows taller than our soul,
There walks a lady that we all know,
Who shines white light and wants to show,
How everything turns to gold,
And if you listen very hard,
The tune will come to you at last,
When all are one and one is all,
To be a rock and not to roll.

two pretzel are walking down the road. one was a salted!!!