Weary traveler lifted up his feet.
Shaggy clothes, no shoes, but guitar kept neat.
sun beaten face, scarred by travel
nothing to eat, but a stolen apple

Waiting for a ride on the bus line
Hoping for a way, away from Caroline
seen his share, done his time.
Now he's off
New path to never find

for the road, the only place he didn't mind
the road, the one place he didn't mind

Long month spent on the shore
arrived both wet and poor
wind howling, force of sailor's lore,
welcoming homes, shut doors
First night spent in a 24/7 diner
Coffee  bitter with life's reminders
to mysteries hot and dark
histories bold, but off the mark
behind the bay, sun fights the sky

knowing wind carries only those with wings to fly

for the road, the only place he didn't mind
the road, the one place he didn't mind

He could be off, new path to find
staring past windows, broken mind

Next few days cutting for scratch
peeling scales off today's catch
make no money waiting for rain
nothing Florida offered to gain
countless nights on edges of farms
Nature never opened her arms
now blades seeps into wretch
cutting up someone's daily catch

Dreams of his guitar taking him far
Spent years, miles a far
Now just a soldiers on the Captains fleet

It's time to pick up and head out
Florida all heat and no clout
Maybe grab that bus line
nd head back o Caroline

for the road, the only place he didn't mind
the road, the one place he didn't mind