I want a place to be warm
a place to call my own
where I can keep my music
and safely rest my thoughts
I want an everlasting road
for motion is meaning: my madness
I cannot sit still forever
to run free is only natural
I want to eat, though, anywhere
and it would be nice to wear a coat
in winter's bleak and windy stare
so I must work - or grow my own
I don't want to cry so I can't be alone
wandering sole, with no companion
She must both fly - and - share my home
can you cook - I don't care - just attend my ears
What benefactor shall I please -
What men of the world will buy my lies?
or shall I find fine counts to tease
my salary metered by their opened eyes?
America! Can you find a place for me...
where I shall not rot hollow or seep shallow?
Your roads stretch past endless horizons
but do any lead to a place where I can grow?