I left a few boxes Out in unit 5c Hucked a few records Got a buck 33 Said all my goodbyes Late last night at the show Don't know why I'm hesitating to go I clicked my heels But it does seem it doesn't work Can't help but wonder If I took the right fork The car is packed A sleeping bag A stove And a bowl Your paper plains And tinker trains Have taken its toll The road to Second City It petered in the 60's Turns out the best seller Fortune teller was a farse Shame on the system For dragging me down Let a blue song carry me on Tell them all nothings wrong In light blue light in faded night I slip into the day And sing a good song on my way They say its all in the journey Not in the end Destination has got no answer my friend But when the party is over And your seven sacred plants do sprout Ill sit in the back seat Ready for home Yeah I wanna go home ♪ But when the party is over And your seven sacred plants do sprout I'll sit in the back seat, ready for home Yeah I wanna go home