The kid I was when I first left home Was looking for his freedom and a life of his own But the freedom that he found wasn't quite as sweet When the truth was known I have prayed for America I was made for America I can't let go till she comes around Until the land of the free Is awake and can see And until her conscience has been found.
Jackson BrowneLooking out at the road rushing under my wheels. Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields.
Jackson Browne