Plans کے بول

I was just about twenty-three But never felt so old My hair is almost graying Pulling all my weight in gold Traffic light, traffic jam Don’t impress me anyway Neither any subway station From the 14th to Broadway No I’m no big city man God I never was Got some fresh grass in my pockets And know how to ride a horse There are no pictures in my cam’ And no places left to see No more miles in my van How can I ever be free My only plan is to leave my plans behind There are no pictures in my cam’ Many places left to see Thousand miles in my van Oh my! It’s so good to be free