On my way to town, got my money in my secret pocketOn my way to town, till I get there I won't turn aroundI'm dropping pebbles in my tracksI will not get lost when I come backOn my way to town, got my lunch tucked in another pocketOn my way to town, I will only stop to wash it downCool water is good enough, can't waste my gold on finer stuffGotta keep your mind on the maps, feet on the ground and your eyes on the trapsJewels that shine and pleasures that blind and ties that bind and you're left behindI know this road, I was on it a long time agoI know this road and I know every mind that could exploreGotta keep walking on through the rainTrees that shelter fallen bread, your painWhen I get to town, I will go straight to marketWhen I get to town, I will do my best until the sun goes downAnd come the end of day, I'll look for the stones I droppedAlong the way*