Daniel Boone

I set out in the world with no keys on my ring

I was young, I was restless, and eager to sing

And I hollered out at life just to see what it might bring

It brought me flowers and canyons; Highways and companions

And a burning for everything

If everybody rambled and everybody roamed

There'd be nobody left to welcome you back home

So grateful that my journey wasn't always alone

There were houses and families; There were hostels and buddies

And always some couch space I could loan

In an alley in Morocco in the middle of the night

Our guide was leading downward, and I knew something wasn't right

All his cronies gathered 'round us, I got ready for a fight

I felt calm but scared; Intense but prepared

Then somehow safe we walked into the light

See the rancher on his horse, see the dude up in his Ford

See the miles that tick away on my Honda Accord

And I've seen more through these windows than Bill Gates can afford

I've seen bison and an eagle; I've seen forest so regal

Where the pitcher of life gets poured

Well many of my travels have been done on a page

Of some book that I've borrowed while working minimum wage

And those words they led me back to some mythic bygone age

Filled with blacksmiths and jailors; Highwaymen and whalers

The butcher, the preacher and the sage

And this chemical inside me, it'll burn until I die

It keeps reaching with its hands for all it's gotta try

And it always leads me onward, never asking why

It keeps expanding, contracting; Always bonding, and splitting

And it flows from an endless supply, yeah

It was foggy in the morning, oh and raining soft by noon

I sat here in this sweater and carved you out a tune

I look over at the dog and know you'd be back soon

And I smiled and blink; I closed my eyes to think

I'll head west again with Daniel Boone

Saddle up! Alright!