I set out in the world with no keys on my ring I was young, I was restless, and eager to sing And I hollered out at life just to see what it might bring It brought me flowers and canyons; Highways and companions And a burning for everything
If everybody rambled and everybody roamed There'd be nobody left to welcome you back home So grateful that my journey wasn't always alone There were houses and families; There were hostels and buddies And always some couch space I could loan
In an alley in Morocco in the middle of the night Our guide was leading downward, and I knew something wasn't right All his cronies gathered 'round us, I got ready for a fight I felt calm but scared; Intense but prepared Then somehow safe we walked into the light
See the rancher on his horse, see the dude up in his Ford See the miles that tick away on my Honda Accord And I've seen more through these windows than Bill Gates can afford I've seen bison and an eagle; I've seen forest so regal Where the pitcher of life gets poured
Well many of my travels have been done on a page Of some book that I've borrowed while working minimum wage And those words they led me back to some mythic bygone age Filled with blacksmiths and jailors; Highwaymen and whalers The butcher, the preacher and the sage
And this chemical inside me, it'll burn until I die It keeps reaching with its hands for all it's gotta try And it always leads me onward, never asking why It keeps expanding, contracting; Always bonding, and splitting And it flows from an endless supply, yeah
It was foggy in the morning, oh and raining soft by noon I sat here in this sweater and carved you out a tune I look over at the dog and know you'd be back soon And I smiled and blink; I closed my eyes to think I'll head west again with Daniel Boone Saddle up! Alright!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
