Give an account of what I am now
dusty highway-lover
whistling a tune when I pass you by
With no water, in a ragged shirt
singing a new required song for which
the words just did not land and
Roaming around, no place to go but
to renew old aquintances
with the road, that I'm on and
I am free, fail to see
what on earth I should do now
but that's allright cause in spite
of all the circumstances that I'm in
I'll keep on, walking on
To where the dust hits the sun
Walking on, walking by
Counting the steps that Crows take to fly