Here i am at last, i've just jumped off the train
I'm about to start my life as a wanderer in the rain
I know so many people would give anything to be in my shoes
Well, that's all right for them to say, but my shoes are soaked right through.
I don't know what made me want to come all the way out here
I guess when i was dreaming, my skies were always clear
Now i'm here in a meadow with the rain streaming through my hair
I guess this is what you call traveling freely, living without care.
Here i am, all by myself, and i'll admit i'm scared
All i've got is my guitar and a couple of dollars to spare
And i know even that's not gonna last me long.
I suppose i could pick myself up and carry myself back home
But after what i put my folks through, i think i better stay alone.
Anyhow, five years of aching are packed behind this plan
Since i was ten, i've wanted to get out of the city and live out on the land.
My parents thought i was crazy and i think now maybe they're right
But i can still feel the freedom in following the eagle's flight.
I just had to come and see what all the songs were about
My hope is returning quickly and i don't think there's any doubt
That i'd better start moving if i want to get somewhere
I'll go on to the next town and see what i find there
And stay a while until i go traveling on.
(july 3, 1975)