I am heading for a time of quiet 
When my restlessness is past 
And I can lay down on my blanket 
And release my fists at last 

I am heading for a time of solitude 
Of peace without illusions 
When the perfect circle 
Marries all beginnings and conclusions 

And when they say 
That you´re not good enough 
Well the answer is 
You´re not 
But who are they 
Or what is it 
That eats at what you´ve got 
With the hunger of ambition 
For the change inside the purse 
They are handcuffs on the soul, my friends 
Handcuffs on the soul 
And worse 

I am heading for a place of quiet 
Where the sage and sweetgrass grow 
By a lake of sacred waters 
From the mountain´s melted snow