Call Of The Road

When I was a boy, I had to know what I would find just over the hill
And while still a lad, I had to go, and so you see I'm rambling still

life's golden cup, was filled with happiness and measures untold,
but i left the one who cared for me. a treasure's worth so much more than gold.

young men that roam, take heed today, the call of the road can be so unkind,
it will lead you on like a fickle kiss and a wasted life is all that you'll find.