Here I am at last, Ive just jumped off the train Im about to start my life as a wanderer in the rain I know so many people would give anything to be in my shoes Well, thats all right for them to say, but my shoes are soaked right through. I dont know what made me want to come all the way out here I guess when I was dreaming, my skies were always clear Now Im here in a meadow with the rain streaming through my hair I guess this is what you call traveling freely, living without care. Here I am, all by myself, and Ill admit Im scared All Ive got is my guitar and a couple of dollars to spare And I know even thats not gonna last me long. I suppose I could pick myself up and carry myself back home But after what I put my folks through, I think I better stay alone. Anyhow, five years of aching are packed behind this plan Since I was ten, Ive wanted to get out of the city and live out on the land. My parents thought I was crazy and I think now maybe theyre right But I can still feel the freedom in following the eagles flight. I just had to come and see what all the songs were about My hope is returning quickly and I dont think theres any doubt That Id better start moving if I want to get somewhere Ill go on to the next town and see what I find there And stay a while until I go traveling on. (july 3, 1975)