Carry Me Like the Wind

I was born in the city
It's the only country I know
But deep inside me are rivers, canyons, and plateaus
and all the glory of American Soil
It's richer than any farm land holds

I've stood on the mountains of Washington
and tasted the snow
and on the old brick streets of windy Chicago
I've swam the oceans of Sea Side and San Diego
I've run the plains of my Texas home

We were born of dreamers
So a dreamer I'll remain even if I'm the only one
Because my heart is red and my brain says, "there is too much road to be left alone"
So carry me like the wind and back home again

So in my final days I want to look like the mountains of northern California
For every line on my body I want a thousand stories
And for my heart to hold the great American novel
I have many friends but time is not one
He just rolls down that road as I hold out my thumb
Waiting for the day he puts me deep, deep in the grave

We were born of dreamers
So a dreamer I'll remain even if I'm the only one
Because my heart is red and my brain says, "there is too much road to be left alone"
So carry me like the wind and back home again

Bury me in American Soil
Deep in the ground with my forefathers
So I too, may whisper to all who follow
The same words carved into my skin Carry me like the wind just like the wind