As I wandered along the crooked streets, there wasn't a soul to be seen.

Every hill and mountain leveled off!

Life is a long and winding road.

The bus ran on the long and winding road.

Twists and Turns

The road curled around the side of the hill.

If tonight was not a crooked trail

The path winds through the woods.

The path winds through the woods.

NARRATOR Another path. Another road.

The other side of the mountain... of many mountains.

Winding Road

But when you take all of these and you turn it into a it kind of winds in on itself like this.

The crooked, the straight and the narrow.

Remember, it completely bundles itself up, and then it

We lead them to the Wiinding Stair.

You come out on the other side, and you can see the road, white and narrow like a, uh, fresh washed ribbon, twistin' and turnin' all the way down, then kinda hurryin' straight across the valley,

After another two hours of hiking, the winding trail abruptly ended at a clearing, and before us was a mass of holes that could fit into the size of a football field, and all of them were full of enslaved people laboring.

He's a real crook.

Streets are often twisted and narrow in the suburbs.

It's a long road with no curves.

We came to a turn in the road.

The road winded through the fields.

Life is full of separations and unions love is full of pulls and pushes the path is full of meanders and detours

Mountain roads, day and night, and even crooked Lombard Street in San Francisco.

About two miles farther on, the road bent to the right.

There's very little room to pass on these narrow Monte Carlo streets.

I change my mind a lot.

I can still see the butchered women and children

This road is full of sharp turns.

These are all completely self driving moments where the car is able to accommodate things like deer in the headlights in the middle of the night or even crooked Lombard Street in San Francisco as shown in this video.

And then the chain of amino acids starts to bend around so they have all of these and it's actually a fascinating

What?

It is a long lane that has no turning.

It was cold as Iceland no fire at all the landlord said he couldn't afford it.

The river winds through the forest.

It has to wait for a gap to take a left turn.

So let's say I have a curve.

It snows a lot in Hokkaido, doesn't it?

Every street is generally perceived as a straight line, and we kind of ignore the little twists and turns that the streets make.

If you mind is askew even the ball will be askew.

The road wound through the fields.

Sometimes she would see a teenage boy sitting on the hood of the car.

Her house is over there, on those twisty rocks.

I mean, we're talking about unusual perspectives, we're talking about narrow little winding streets that suddenly open into vast, sun drenched piazzas never, though, piazzas that are not humanly scaled.