I dreamed, when young, to walk abroad
My footsteps fearless in the dark
Of countries beyond the reach of rules
Youth burning free as sparks.

I tread with strangers and with friends
With families that I'd never known
My heart is in the zephyrs still
If I must walk alone.

Have you known the Western wind?
Seen ****** skies in  starry light?
Have you cried tears in the dark
Beneath the palms at night?

I've slept on beaches, slept in trees
Slept in airport baggage claims
Forgot the day that comes too soon
I must go "home" again.

I loved the streets of Mexico
The streetlights in Los Angeles
The wind of northern Canada
They are my food and rest.

Have you seen me? Would you care?
Would I heasitate to pass you by?
The world is waiting, every day
Beneath the wild sky.