24 Feb 2014
We’ve got places to get to
We’ve all got places to go
We’ve got means, ways and motives
We’ve got wheels, we’ve all got roads
There will be things to carry
There will be a heavy load
And the hardest place to travel
Is the country you’ve built on your own
You can spend your life certain
Here is not where you belong
Or you can make home in yourself
And settle down in hope
The mountains of your mind
Are the hardest to climb