Cross Continental Metamorphosis

I started out in the spring of 22 Driving south alone through melting snow Then west into the desert Running reckless, running free Pitching my tent in the desert freeze Midwestern torrents washed me clean And I've been kissed by California snow And tasted that sweet pacific salt Of oceans roaring far from home And the sun in Arkansas Shines different from the sun in Santa Fe And whatever I've been running from I met along my way The redwoods on the mountaintops And salt flats of dried up sea And holy mesas in stolen lands Have brought me to my knees My spirit was blown wayward By the winds of canyon lands And the dust of Arizona Still polishes my hands And the sun in Arkansas Shines different from the sun in Santa Fe And whatever I've been running from I've brought along the way I did not know for what I searched I did not know what I had lost But I was answering a question I did not know that I had asked Those barren, treeless mountains That pounding surf at night Those wild, wild sunsets Horizons of dying light The hot springs and the frozen ground Desert silence, and city sounds Rushing water, midnight stillness Roads that run the country endless By the time you reach the end The questions that you started with Have changed before you got your answer And life is never linear But picking up the long-lost pieces Can lead to unexpected places So pack your tent and fill your tank And hit the road, it's not too late.