I was just about twenty-three
But never felt so old
My hair is almost graying
Pulling all my weight in gold
Traffic light, traffic jam
Don’t impress me anyway
Neither any subway station
From the 14th to Broadway
No I’m no big city man
God I never was
Got some fresh grass in my pockets
And know how to ride a horse
There are no pictures in my cam’
And no places left to see
No more miles in my van
How can I ever be free
My only plan is to leave my plans behind
There are no pictures in my cam’
Many places left to see
Thousand miles in my van
Oh my! It’s so good to be free
