song lyrics that I don't really like

(Wrote this at two in the morning. It goes without saying that it's utter crap. And I don't know that the verses would go in this order if I were to salvage it.)


I'm going to fill my backpack up
with books and drug-store beer
and tie my guitar to my back
and get the hell out of here.

I'm going to steal a Vespa
and call it my white steed
and pretend that no one ever asked
me if I disagreed.

I'm going to wear thick jackets
and tie silk in my hair
just to see the twin tails fly
and the fringe flap in the air.

I'm going to lie in ditches
and kindly farmers' sheds
and make a home of any place
where there are open beds.

I'm going to eat at drive-throughs
and lick my fingers clean
and fill a whole fresh notebook up
with tales of what I've seen.

I'm going to love a stranger
and ride off while he snores;
I'm going to work in rice fields
or a tiny antique stores.

I'm going to take a picture
of everyone I meet
and I'll tell them that there's lots of room
still left on my back seat.

I'm going to play for anyone
who wants to hear me sing:
I'll let my guitar shout my freedom
'till my fingers ache and sting.

I'll hear a million different views
and give and take a loan
unitl I find within the words
some wisdom of my own.