Well I've got nowhere to go,
And I've got no hope
Of someone coming along
To show me the ropes.

I guess it's something
I gotta do on my own.
So I'll follow the sky
And go where the wind blows.

I'll put my hands in my pockets
And kick up some sand.
Glare at ya real hard,
And let ya know where I stand.

So take a good look
At me one more time.
This is the last you'll see of me
For quite awhile.