On my way to town, got my money in my secret pocket
On my way to town, till I get there I won't turn around
I'm dropping pebbles in my tracks
I will not get lost when I come back
On my way to town, got my lunch tucked in another pocket
On my way to town, I will only stop to wash it down
Cool water is good enough, can't waste my gold on finer stuff
Gotta keep your mind on the maps, feet on the ground and your eyes on the traps
Jewels that shine and pleasures that blind and ties that bind and you're left behind
I know this road, I was on it a long time ago
I know this road and I know every mind that could explore
Gotta keep walking on through the rain
Trees that shelter fallen bread, your pain
When I get to town, I will go straight to market
When I get to town, I will do my best until the sun goes down
And come the end of day, I'll look for the stones I dropped
Along the way
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