Well, I climbed the seven summits and I swam the seven seas. But the road I must travel, it's end I cannot see. Well, I fought in the jungles and I fought in the streets.
On the side of the dirt road, an old Chevy wreck. I climbed through the window, I sat in the back. I gathered my thoughts with my head in my hands. My next of kin, my list of demands.
Never listened to the pain. Never listened to fortune or fame. Never listened to eagle or dove. Never listened to anger or love. But I listen to the dark clouds above.