I'm hitting the road to heading nowhere. Got no place to go. I'm stuck inside my generation. Round and round I go. I'm sick of the sound of Rolling Thunder. Times they were a-changing. And
will keep the fire burnin'. And this big wheel will keep spinnin'. 'round and 'round, and around. Yeah! We're the children of thesixties. Watched the seventies go bye. Now, we made it through the