Here I am at last, Ive just jumped off the train
Im 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, thats all right for them to say, but my shoes are soaked right through.
I dont know what made me want to come all the way out here
I guess when I was dreaming, my skies were always clear
Now Im 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 Ill admit Im scared
All Ive got is my guitar and a couple of dollars to spare
And I know even thats 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, Ive wanted to get out of the city and live out on the land.
My parents thought I was crazy and I think now maybe theyre right
But I can still feel the freedom in following the eagles flight.
I just had to come and see what all the songs were about
My hope is returning quickly and I dont think theres any doubt
That Id better start moving if I want to get somewhere
Ill go on to the next town and see what I find there
And stay a while until I go traveling on.
(july 3, 1975)