Oh, I’ll travel that long road ahead
I’ll travel forth, and without a single instance of dread
I’ll walk forward until my eyes turn red,
Or until the day when it’s declared that I’m finally dead.
I’ll walk for how many miles
To see the rest of the world
I’ll be gone for a while
So make sure my story is told
Of someone who traveled around, to see everything he could
Of the man who wanted to read the book of this great land
Do not fret, do not brood
For my entrance when I get home will be forever grand.