Great Central Way

We took the 101

Out of Oregon

In the shadow of the redwoods down golden state

Took the coast all day

To San Francisco bay

We didn’t stop before we hit the golden gate

I have lived lives

Beyond my years

Seen open roads

With no end in sight

But my rambling heart

Won’t be unchained

From where it’s anchor lies

And when the foxes score

I hear the roar

From my front door

When the river soar

Bears me back to shore

I will run no more

I’ve seen the oceans meet

From fifty thousand feet

I’ve watched the Black Forest shiver neath electric storms

I’ve seen the Rockies rise

Up into clear blue skies

And carved foundations just three miles from where I’m born