Carry Me Like the Wind

I was born in the city
 It's the only country I know
 But deep inside me are rivers, canyons, and plateaus
 and all the glory of American Soil
 It's richer than any farm land holds
 I've stood on the mountains of Washington
 and tasted the snow
 and on the old brick streets of windy Chicago
 I've swam the oceans of Sea Side and San Diego
 I've run the plains of my Texas home
 We were born of dreamers
 So a dreamer I'll remain even if I'm the only one
 Because my heart is red and my brain says, "there is too much road to be left alone"
 So carry me like the wind and back home again
 So in my final days I want to look like the mountains of northern California
 For every line on my body I want a thousand stories
 And for my heart to hold the great American novel
 I have many friends but time is not one
 He just rolls down that road as I hold out my thumb
 Waiting for the day he puts me deep, deep in the grave
 We were born of dreamers
 So a dreamer I'll remain even if I'm the only one
 Because my heart is red and my brain says, "there is too much road to be left alone"
 So carry me like the wind and back home again
 Bury me in American Soil
 Deep in the ground with my forefathers
 So I too, may whisper to all who follow
 The same words carved into my skin Carry me like the wind just like the wind