Circumstance calls me to daring new longings, Thousands of miles away
Caged in the open, my choices seem broken, a freedom to stand in my place
Gaining perspective with each hidden message, revealing the words and the shapes
By wheel or by track, I could never come back and I'd still ask for one more day

Golden days of renegades when we could up and fly away and live amongst the dirt and open road
At a lack of Kerouac, so patty where's the action at, we're stuck with no fire in the cave
Premature no lessons learned, we shove our hands into the dirt, looking for gold in hallowed ground
Broken things and fallen leaves, we broke apart our families looking for a new way home

Believe what you want to and do what you came to, I'll do just the same
Wandering wondering how we all came to be so apprehensive of fate
It's all gonna be alright, It's gonna be alright, we all have our plenty to say
So hear what you want to but just know that those who scream louder are lost in the fray

Golden days of renegades when we could up and fly away and live amongst the dirt and open road
At a lack of Kerouac so patty where's the action at, we're stuck with no fire in the cave
Premature no lessons learned, we shove our hands into the dirt looking for gold in hallowed ground
Broken things and fallen leaves we broke apart our families, looking for a new way home