Ode To My Wanderlust

I've been thinking 'bout the badlands, and about the girls I left, Just ponderin' over troubles I ain't made just yet. Don't seem to be too much happenin' where I once been, Guess I'll pack up tracks and waltz home again. Too much juice in the blood makes the head spin, Just hit the ground stumblin' and play it again. Can't remember how she laughed when I gave her the ring, Lord, ain't life sometimes a frightening thing. Seen a wanderin' man with hammer in his hand, Said, "Say buddy, looks like you got a plan." He turns 'round like a shot and grins in my face, "Buddy, looks to me like you're in the wrong damn place." On Walker and Dowling, poets beggin' for an ear, But it's a place of which I try to steer clear. You'll find romance and wine at the drop of a hat But when they ask for your soul, you'll wish you sent it back. Well, I'm tired an' turned out, Soul's longin' for the sky But all I got is this highway, and I'll drive till I die. She said, "Meet me in old 'Frisco" but I doubt she'll be there, But hell, Santa Monica's about as good as it is anywhere.