I can see a lot of places from atop this hill. The roads to them are a mystery, and the journey is a thrill. There are many paths to follow to wherever they may will. But I have no idea where I’ll end up my spine there runs a chill.
I could go north, up to the schools I would learn all the science rules. Then I’d be an educated man, and I’d have an educated plan. I know there would be plenty of money to earn. If I go north, that’s where I’ll learn
I could go west, just me alone. I would live out on the road. Then I’d be a traveling man, and I’d travel all over the land. I’d have nobody to call on the phone. If I go west, I’ll be alone
If you ask one thousand different men to tell you what they know, there will be a thousand places they say that you should go. And there will be a thousand paths that each of them will show. But I don’t have a thousand lifetimes so I just don’t know.
I could go south and play guitar, where I would lay until the night caught fire. Then I’d come out and sing my song, and everyone would sing along. And I know there wouldn’t be much pay, but if I go south that’s where I’ll play.
I could go east and find a girl, and fall in love, forget the world. Then we would settle on down, put our roots into the ground, and we’d buy that house that she’s always dreamed of. If I go east, that’s where I’ll love.
I can see a lot of places from atop this hill. Hopefully, I will get to one or two if it’s God’s will. I tell myself, and I tell my friends “I will get off this hill.” But I won’t be going anywhere if I keep standing still.