wanderin’…

and i wondered if it was a dream…hitchin’ from Joplin on old 66 into Oklahoma…out there walkin’ on the side of the road with nothin’ to my name…no clothes…toothpaste…books…deodorant…nothin’…just an american wanderin’ ‘cross ‘merica…wanderin’ down a black top road…thumb out…feet sore…just walkin’…

these cars an’ trucks would pass me by…Fords…old Chevy’s…a Mustang…Maverick…automobiles filled with families headin’ west…followin’ the sun in the evenin’s sky…that’s what i was doin’…followin’ the sun…

days of sleepin’ under bridges…torn-up buildings…followed the midnight star from Chicago…doin’ odd jobs…sellin’ carpet cleaner from door to door…workin’ on ranches…a clown…

walkin’ mostly with nothin’ in my pockets…just my left hand as i paced backwards in August heat…never knowin’ where i was gonna’ land…never…searchin’ for true romance…the american way…

or was it…this wanderin’ throughout my life…hitting the road at a moment’s notice…goin’ insearch of gold like some 49er…somethin’…

like Whitman…Kerouac…not as clever as Dean Moriarty…but as foolish…as foolish…

just kept wanderin’…just kept wanderin’…askin’ myself…,boy…what are you lookin’ for in this world…what is it you want…
to dream…just to dream…
reality’s too hard…

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