Museum Pieces - Death is Not a Destination Lyrics

I never finished schooling I ran wild and ran far
Biked down to the dockyards to play my guitar
And twenty years on at work I get the axe
For teaching those with tunnel vision how to relax'




As a young boy I stared out every window
Every wall that shut me in I schemed how to get away
Now everyone wants the truth from me yeah they want commitment
But the truth is in my journey my death is not a destination
I've paid my dues so I can roam free and play




I've left more towns then you'll ever see
'round every ring-road and through the heart of the city




I've laid here for hours just wasting away
While the rambler inside me dies another day
And I know to really breath I've got to get out into the fields
Where the dew chills the air and the grip of man yields



As a young boy I stared out every window
Every wall that shut me in I schemed how to get away
Now everyone wants the truth from me yeah they want commitment
But the truth is in my journey my death is not a destination
I've paid my dues so I can roam free and play




I've left more towns than you'll ever see
'round every ring-road and through the heart of the city