Well there’s a road that winds into the piney hills / a river runs there so I’m told / and when she leaves I’ll lay my head back and go up / to climb those piney hills alone / because her road isn’t going where I’m going / and her dreams they don’t seem to think about me / I feel bad but I guess I’m better off knowing / that what won’t be / just won’t be / it never will be / now there’s a woman who is lying on the bed / her blue eyes full of thoughts untold / she sings a love song somewhere deep inside her breast / but that’s not mine to know / because her road isn’t going where I’m going / and her dreams they don’t seem to think about me / I feel bad but I guess I’m better off knowing / that what won’t be / just won’t be / it never will be / now there’s a feeling that I’ve felt so many times / a lonesome swirling kind of hole / and when it finds me I’ll climb up into the pines / as she drives by below / because her road isn’t going where I’m going / and her dreams they don’t seem to think about me / I feel bad but I guess I’m better off knowing / that what won’t be / just won’t be / it never will be / it never will be.