I am heading for a time of quiet

When my restlessness is past


And I can lie down on my blanket


And release my fists at last




I am heading for a time of solitude


Of peace without illusions

When the perfect circle marries all


Beginnings and conclusions




And when they say that you?re not good enough


Well the answer is you?re not


But who are they or what is it

That eats at what you?ve got





With the hunger of ambition

For the change inside the purse


They are handcuffs on the soul, my friends


Handcuffs on the soul and worse




And I am heading for a place of quiet


Where the sage and sweet grass grow

By a lake of sacred water


From the mountain?s melted snow