A way out on the mountain near the sky Hiding from the cold realities of life Shaking that old road dust off my heels I give my heart and mind a chance to heal
Then I´ll go somewhere and sing my songs again More than likely ride back to the places that I´ve been In fairness to my music and my friends I´ll go somewhere and sing my songs again
A raccoon stole my minnows in the night Thought I appreciate his need and his appetite But unlike me he doesn´t have to roam And it´s true that man can´t live on bread alone
Then I´ll go somewhere and sing my songs again More than likely ride back to the places that I´ve been In fairness to my music and my friends I´ll go somewhere and sing my songs again
It feels so good to have a simple wish
Where life and death is me and some old fish Poor king sits with a cold beer in his hand And surveys a clear blue kingdom on the sand
Then I´ll go somewhere and sing my songs again More than likely ride back to the places that I´ve been In fairness to my music and my friends I´ll go somewhere and sing my songs again