Thanksgiving

This is a song I listened to a lot a long time ago, and it has a particular meaning when I'm trying to recover. The lyrics are below the video.

Thanksgiving - Poi Dog Pondering

Somehow I find myself far out of line
 from the ones I had drawn
 Wasn't the best of paths, you could attest to that,
 but I'm keeping on.
 Would our paths cross if every great loss
 had turned out our gain?
 Would our paths cross if the pain it had cost us
 was paid in vain?
 There was no pot of gold, hardly a rainbow
 lighting my way
 But I will be true to the red, black and blues
 that colored those days.
 I owe my soul to each fork in the road,
 each misleading sign.
 'Cause even in solitude, no bitter attitude
 can dissolve my sweetest find
 Thanksgiving for every wrong move that made it right.