Gonna climb a mountain top
So I can look out far to see
Gonna walk along the highest trapeze
Feel the wind blow 'round my feet
Never saw myself as a common man
Say farewell to this crooked land
Been hangin' on to bigger plans

Hooks in a wall
Don't ask me where I'm gone
Won't be back before the dawn
Been hangin' on since I was born
Hooks in a wall

Gonna join a marching band and blow the horn
Gonna hang like a moth
A rider of the storm
Gonna laugh at the boys perched like pigeons on a wall
Gonna wake up and find myself in San Francisco

Where only once in the flower of our youth
Care-free and singular, misunderstood
The road is wide open, there's nothing to lose
Nothin' but dust on the soles of our shoes

(Hooks in a wall)
(Don't ask me where I'm gone)
(I won't be back before the dawn)
(Been hangin' on since I was born)
(Hooks in a wall)

Where only once in the flower of our youth
Care-free and singular, misunderstood
The road is wide open, there's nothing to lose
Nothin' but dust on the soles of our shoes

Nothin' but dust on the soles of our shoes
Nothin' but dust on the soles of our shoes