I Walk The Roads I think I'll ride the country's trains and spend my life upon two rails, I think I'll fly in the city's planes from port to port, I think I'll sail the seven seas if the wind is in the sails, I think I'll walk the world's roads and wonder why this life's so short. And I'll sing to the distant stars in the key of things to come, of a restless life of wandering and a road that leads me on. I'll listen to the swelling sea, and hear the voice of destiny, I'm timeless as the mountains and endless as the sea. I think I'll ride the country's trains and spend my life upon two rails, I think I'll fly in the city's planes from port to port, I think I'll sail the seven seas if the wind is in the sails, I think I'll walk the world's roads and wonder why this life's so short. And as I gaze through the deep blue sky, I can hear the lonely cry, of a man who died two-thousand years ago: "the foxes have their holes, and the birds have their nests, but the son of man has no-where for his weary feet to rest." I think I'll ride the country's trains and spend my life upon two rails, I think I'll fly in the city's planes from port to busy port, and when the sun is shining and the waves are rolling, when the grain is golden and the clouds are blowing, then I ask God why He made this life so short. He said that the foxes have their holes, and the birds have their nests, and every man needs sometime for his weary feet to rest. Maharimi Karotlovitch, Summer, 1975