He was out on the highway smiling A mystic in torn blue jeans The kid left his trust fund to come out walking. He hitched across this country backpack and a head full of dreams Could've sworn he heard the earth a talking....talking
Sometimes, he said, don't it feel like the concrete's closing in? We're putting bricks on the horizon Was he chasing fool's gold...or a holy man walking a dirt road to the end? I hitched a ride with Chris McCandless Stepped in the wild of a dream
The horizon in South Dakota Is an ocean of harvest grain In a dusty silo we found work for the taking We'd hitched up from California But he never told me his real name Never told me what past he was out here shaking We're all shaking something...
Sometimes, he said, don't it feel like technology's closing in? We're raising towers on the horizon Was he chasing fool's gold...or a holy man walking a dirt road to the end? I hitched a ride with Chris McCandless Stepped in the wild of a dream
A stone....a path...a river of glass The night sky...can you see stars from wherever you are?....wherever you are....
In a broken school bus they found him In the heart of the Alaska range The journey ends when the heart stops beating...time is fleeting
Was he chasing fool's gold, Or a holy man walking a dirt road to the end? I hitched a ride with Chris McCandless Stepped in the wild with Chris McCandless And I felt alive with Chris McCandless I was wide awake in the dream...dream.