a way out on the mountain near the sky hiding from the cold realities of life shaking that old road dust off my heels i give my heart and mind a chance to heal then i ll go somewhere and sing my songs again more than likely ride back to the places that i ve been in fairness to my music and my friends i ll go somewhere and sing my songs again a raccoon stole my minnows in the night thought i appreciate his need and his appetite but unlike me he doesn t have to roam and it s true that man can t live on bread alone it feels so good to have a simple wish where life and death is me and some old fish poor king sits with a cold beer in his hand and surveys a clear blue kingdom on the sand 