Over the tracks With a sack full of matches I'm gonna burn all the letters I've wrote Don't worry, darling I ain't brave enough to catch it This fire that's licking my hopes Besides, if I went up Like a soaked rolling paper I'd still be fast-burning-out And what's the use of a good, strong noose When your problem's too much hanging around? So I walked back crashing My pockets full of ash in The latesummer moon's holy glow That loved me to d**h on the banks Of every river Where every breath in brought me home 'Cause if home's where hearts is Beating like a bird's wing Then I've many homes and I should: Said a man who wasn't homeless "I'm always just traveling/ Taking walks around my neighborhood." Wisdom: it comes But age don't unlock it You've got to spend all the pa**ion you've found With more change in their heads Than in all of their pockets Some can show you the way to slow down Sometimes we all need to slow down