I know you’ve been wanderin’ for many long days
And you’re still prone to wander I know
You’re a hard ramblin’ man in a hard ramblin’ land
With miles and miles left to go
As a child you would say, you would find it someday
Adventure, and a life on the road
It’s been years and it seems, you’re still chasing those dreams
With miles and miles left to go
Miles and miles to the warmth of a bed
Miles and miles just to lay down your head
Miles and miles with a heart made of lead
Miles and miles and then one day you’re dead
Well sometimes your roamin’ will carry you home and
You can’t let your tired heart show
You can only be you for a brief night or two
With miles and miles left to go
And I know you feel small, and at times beaten down
It’s a cold lonely life on the road
There’s no home here for you, and you’re just passing through
With miles and miles left to go
But don’t let your heart get so heavy just yet
You’re too young to carry that load
Your stomach is strong, and your road is still long
With miles and miles left to go
Miles and miles to the warmth of a bed
Miles and miles just to lay down your head
Miles and miles with a heart made of lead
Miles and miles and then one day you’re dead
John Clinkscales is an aspiring poet and author living in Oakland, California. Originally from the East Coast, his work wrestles with the question of American identity in an increasingly fragmented culture, and he considers low-rent travel his official religion.