The reason I never can quit the road
Is a reason that's plain and clear.
It's because no matter where I may stop
And whether it's far or near
There's a place beyond the place I am,
Wherever I may be at,
And then beyond is a place beyond
And the world beyond all that!
And as long as a man has eyes to see
And a brain that wants to know,
I figure there's things he's bound to miss
If he doesn't go on and go;
For there's always a place beyond the place
I happen to hang my hat,
And another place beyond that place
And the world beyond all that!
There's some folks stay in a single spot
Or a town of which they're fond,
And never worry a little bit
At the thought of a place beyond;
But the place beyond the place beyond
Won't never let me rest
For there's a sort of a kind of urge
That's burning within my breast--
To go and go till the end of life,
And when I've left it flat,
Go on beyond the place beyond;
And the universe after that! |
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