I went out for a walk
Went way past my block
And I kept on going right out of town
Walked unfamiliar streets
In my bare feets
Well I walked up and I walked down

Larking about
Larking about
I found my own way
I found my own way out

Threw away my phone
Got no direction known
Just like that old-time Bobby Dylan song
I would make my home
Wherever I roam
Whatever place that I feel I belong

I carried what I could pack
Just like Jack Kerouac
My life well it had become a long and winding road
Met a lot of different folks
Told a lot of dirty jokes
Learned what they called the road code