There comes a time when the travelers road becomes his home
When all of the problems will soon become his own
He's got places to see and people to know
And through the clouds he sees the rainbow
He's an optimist but through this mist
He cant see his psychiatrist
What is this? What is what?
It's meaningless to keep it shut

So say your piece but keep your war
The paper's ripped but you look torn
You're out with life and in with greed
Dollar bills wont plant your seed
It may blow your root or rustle your leaves
But you my man are a man not a tree
You can bury your wood six feet in the ground
But the travelers road never makes a sound

So take your road and make it home
Then take her and make her moan
Have some fun and have some sex
You'll find your problems aren't so complex
Now say your peace and end your war
Get it away from my back door
You dont want my kid, you want my green
I get around, i know you've seen
So you leave, you're gone, you're off, you've hit the road
Soon all of these problems will become your own
Just watch for the day when your road becomes home
You'll take two steps forward, look back and it's gone.

I like it. Specially this line "Dollar bills wont plant your seed"