The Road

The Road

To the East, to the East!
The road beneath my feet!
To the West, to the West!
I haven't got there yet!
To the North, to the North!
Never to be caught!
To the South, to the South!
My time is running out!

Ever since my childhood
I've been scared, I've been afraid;
Of being trapped by circumstance,
Of staying in one place.
And so I always keep a small bag
Full of clothes carefully stored;
Somewhere secret, somewhere safe,
Somewhere close to the door.

Well, I've travelled many countries,
Washed my feet in many seas;
I've drank with grifters in Vienna
And with punks in old DC;
And I've driven across deserts,
Driven by the irony that
Only being shackled to the road
Could ever I be free.

To the East, to the East!
The road beneath my feet!
To the West, to the West!
I haven't got there yet!
To the North, to the North!
Never to be caught!
To the South, to the South!
My time is running out!

I've felt old before my time
But now I keep the age away
By burning up the miles
And by filling up my days;
And the nights, a thousand nights
I've played; a thousand more to go
Before, I take a breath,
And steel myself for
The next one thousand shows.

To the East, to the East!
The road beneath my feet!
To the West, to the West!
I haven't got there yet!
To the North, to the North!
Never to be caught!
To the South, to the South!
My time is running out!

So saddle up your horses
And "keep your powder dry":
Because the truth is you won't be here long,
Soon you're going to die.
So, to the heart, to the heart,
There's no time for you to waste!
And you won't find your precious answers
By staying in one place,
By giving up the chase.

To the East, to the East!
The road beneath my feet!
To the West, to the West!
I haven't got there yet!
To the North, to the North!
Never to be caught!
To the South, to the South!
My time is running out!

I face the horizon, everywhere I go.
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home.