I'm A Blue-eyed Son

I was winding down the highway
With a bag and a cheap guitar
Humming Pre Road Downs, kicking rocks
Looking for a passing car

Looked once at that bag
When I sat down to rest
A bedroll, some clothes
Sun settin' in the west

Some fool yelled from a shiny Deuce
New York's the other way!
I was too tired to get mad
So I just laughed and waved

What was I lookin' for ?
Was it a woman or a holy place
Was it Yellowstone or Yosemite
Or sweet Amazing Grace

Was it Yellowstone or Yosemite
Was it just my wander lust, runaway
Can't do that anymore
Leastwise, not where I live today!

I'm a blue-eyed son from Kansas
Product of my momma's eyes
Part of me's in the concrete landscape
Just a tow head boy, with dreamer's eyes