I’ll take the train to San Francisco and I’ll ride the whole night through
And I’ll drink a jar of whiskey and I’ll raise my glass to you
But I’ll taste it all the better, bitter sweetness through and through
I’ll watch the sunrise on my own ‘cos I’m so tired of loving you
I’ll do all the things we said we would and I’ll do them the right way
I may do them even better ‘cos I’ll never be the same
And one day I hope you wake up and I hope you feel this pain
‘Cos I’ll be doing even better and I’ll be riding on that train
Got the gospels in my pocket, got my shamrock for good luck
Got my Kerouac and Dharma Bums, some Zen and Zinn to suck right up
Got Ueshiba with his Art of Peace, some Dao may make the cut
And I will read it all and think it out ‘cos I just don’t give a fuck
So I’ll harvest from the earth’s core and I’ll live in line with grain
I’ll make my home from what I have, reject the selfish bourgeoisie
I’ll metaphorically head Westward, like the Joad community
My Grapes of Wrath, the past, the aftermath, it’s all the god dam same
I’ll take a ride up to the border and I’ll walk the ancient path
I’ll listen to the truth of Redwoods – a synchronicity that lasts
I’ll hear the voice of elders speaking, feel the sacredness they mark
I’ll rest in sun and moon and water and I’ll move on from the past
I’ll climb a mountain out the city searching for the great Sublime
Race away from rhyme and reason ‘cos this love has not been kind
I’m now a drifter just a misfit, trying to find a place that’s mine
Feel that travelling’s the answer when I’m riding the pain of time
I’ll take the path of Hesse’s Goldman leave Narcissus to his fate
Take the road that’s much less travelled, take De Botton’s artful way
And I’ll purge myself from marriage and I’ll purge myself from blame
I’ll purge the past the future what I thought I had, simply be mindful of the day