Iím really very, very tired
Not knowing where I stand.
I believe the constant bickering
Has gotten out of hand.
I think Iíll pack the things I have
And head on down the road.
The worries that Iíve had to bear
Became too great a load.
What do I want, what do I need?
What is it that I seek?
Perhaps some peace and quietitude
Beside some mountain creek.
Love? romance? relationships
Iíve had my fill of those
For heartache follows fondness
Thatís just the way it goes.
Iíd like to take a sailing ship
and take her round the Horn-
And search the ancient kingdoms
Long dead when Christ was born.
Iíll chart my course and cast my lines
And let my vessel drive
And give account to no one else
So long as Iím alive.
I want no friends, nor family
Much less a hearth or home...
He travels far, and faster..
The man who walks alone
Live large, people!