The mighty roads sing deeply in my chest, As gentle as my father's guiding hand. Today I have to leave and seek some rest, For weary eyes that need a softer land. I leave without a word, without a sign, My mind so beautifully clouded, free, To follow every bend, and bend, and bend, And find just one more piece of road for me. Just let me, let me go and start to roam, Without the questions how, or why, or how far, The roads will always lead me far from home, Cursed with a nomadic hunger, a wandering star.
