He packed his ideas in a matchbox and headed on down the road.
Looking for something to lively up his soul.
Leaving everything he knew for the unknown.
He'd known his mother's love but he'd never been on his own
He'd known puppy love but he'd never known jelly roll.
When she kissed him in the corner, man he'd never felt like that before.
Well he loved his jelly roll; he loved his fun.
Something somewhere called to him, it kept him on the run
It wasn't fear or desire, not the father, not the son.
It was the unknowable, haunting everything he'd ever done
He knew his thoughts, but he did not know his mind;
Didn't know how people could sometimes be so unkind.
You know that finding out some things just ain't worth your time.
He travelled world around again and again,
the wind of the unknown always blowing him round the next bend.
But it was the unknowable that got him in the end.