Call Of The Road

When I was a boy, I had to know, what I would find just over the hill
And while still a lad, I had to go, and so you see I’m rambling still
Life’s golden cup, for me was filled, with happiness, and measures untold
But i left the one, who cared for me, a treasure’s worth, so much more than gold
Young men that roam, take heed today, the call of the road, can be so unkind
It will lead you on, like a fickle kiss, and a wasted life, is all you’ll ever
find