Riding on a Greyhound, all that I could afford
50 pounds of backpack and a mountain dulcimer, Lord
I'm on my way

too many years in this two-horse town
there's a new world waiting, gonna have a look around
yeah, yeah--I'm on my way

and I 'spose I won't look back until the sun retreats tonight
let the black fields cloud my memory, put things in a different light
I'm not running from a dead end, I embrace my destiny
but there's got to be some meaning somewhere in this land for me

got a one-way ticket
destination: anywhere but here
got to keep it movin' baby

got a one-way ticket
destination: anywhere but here
got to keep it groovin' baby

you can live your life in Hell or get the hell out of Dodge,
you can pine for your oasis with three chords in the garage
no-no, I'm on my way
to Kentucky bluegrass, to San Francisco Bay
to the hills of the Cumberland Gap where the modal rounders play
yeah-yeah, I'm on my way

Lord grant me strength to cross these brittle bridges as they fall
I'd rather go down singin' if I'm goin' down at all
if you do what you've always done, you'll be what you've always been
words of inspiration calling out "it's time to shed that skin."

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