Give It All Away

I'd give it all away,
all of my books and clothes,
leave them here by the road.
I should give them away
until I find my way
out of this gilded cage.

I'd give it all away
or throw it all on the fire,
a cleansing funeral pyre.
I should give it away,
give it all away,
if I am to find my way
out of this goddamn cage.

Like those geese
heading south
in a dark, flapping cloud,
I should go somewhere else,
see if I find myself.
I should go somewhere else
and see if I find myself.
I can start over again.
I can start over again.
I can start over again.
I will start over, my friend,
once these clothes start to burn.

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