April 7

I dont know where I'm headed
But I do know where I've been
And I know that I'm a being
That can't be what he was, again

For the things I've seen have changed me
And the places I know as well
Have been like drifting the ocean
At the whim of wind and swell

The horizon ahead is familiar
And I hear a familiar call
But the place I once knew as home
Really is not home at all

The road is home, and where I lay my head
Whether on a stone or a feather bed
I could stay in this place and stand alone
Or find company walking my feet to the bone