i wish i had me a turbo-engine rocket-fuel jet car
don’t know where i’d go but i sure know that i’d go far
head a million miles from here, find myself a new home
what if that place turns out to be the same as the place from which i came?
what if i’ve got it good here and i don’t even know?
what if that’s why i’m still here when i really want to go?
i want to get away, i want to stay
i want to be free, i want you to build your world around me
i wish i could understand the meaning of my dreams
i wish i could write a song as good as visions of johanna
when i do will the heavens open and the angels sing hosanna?
i mean, how will i know i’ve done it? how will i realize?
when i sing it will a vision of you dance before my eyes?
and having something like that i’d have to try to top
might be even worse than never having not no!
i wish i could hear what i’m saying now and smile
all the same, i haven’t finished a song in a long, long while
i dreamed the world was crumbling all around me
there in the rubble on the ground you found me
and i pull you tight i want to hold you close
at the same time i can’t stay, i’ve got to go
and there’s that car but it’s all out of gas
i can tell by the speedometer it’s the kind that goes real fast
i could be someone, be someone, you know i surely could
if i could stand on the rock where moses stood