There's nothing that’s quite like it-
When you step out in the wind.
With your saddle, bed, and suitcase-
Going where you’ve never been.

There’s a longing for far places-
And the star strewn western sky. 
And conviction in your heart that says-
“You have to drift or die”!

There’s a hunger for new faces- 
And to see new scenery...
A tamer man is thinking.....
Far better you than me.

There’s a need for open spaces-
So you know you have to try....
To quench that thirst within your soul...
You have to drift or die.

That was nearly thirty years ago-
And now I’m growing old.
I have become a tamer man-
No longer quite so bold.

Yet the feeling still comes on me-
When the trains and trucks go by-
A hunger for the open road....
To either drift or die.

-Gunslinger-