El Camino

When you're out on the Road And you long to journey home, Remember the seeds you sowed: It was you who longed to roam.

Most often those who long To leave the home they know, Who listen to tales and songs, And jump up then to go

Regret the choice they've made, For the Road is long and hard; They start to wish they'd stayed And ignored the words of the bard.

Suddenly home seems not so bad, Adventure is not for them, But still, somehow, they're sad When the Road comes to an end.