I left a few boxes
Out in unit 5c
Hucked a few records
Got a buck 33
Said all my goodbyes
Late last night at the show
Don't know why
I'm hesitating to go
I clicked my heels
But it does seem it doesn't work
Can't help but wonder
If I took the right fork
The car is packed
A sleeping bag
A stove
And a bowl
Your paper plains
And tinker trains
Have taken its toll
The road to Second City
It petered in the 60's
Turns out the best seller
Fortune teller was a farse
Shame on the system
For dragging me down
Let a blue song carry me on
Tell them all nothings wrong
In light blue light in faded night
I slip into the day
And sing a good song on my way
They say its all in the journey
Not in the end
Destination has got no answer my friend
But when the party is over
And your seven sacred plants do sprout
Ill sit in the back seat
Ready for home
Yeah I wanna go home
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But when the party is over
And your seven sacred plants do sprout
I'll sit in the back seat, ready for home
Yeah I wanna go home