When I close my eyes,
When I open my ears
I hear the wind say go west my young son, go west.
Whenever I ponder what to do
I hear the words go west my young son, go west.
When I wish for dreams and visions
I hear the voice say go west my young son, go west.
So I’m headed west.
Headed for the land of green.
Trees as thick as men
And men as thick as trees.
Where the music grows out of the ground natural and lush.
A place where I can still breathe the ocean air and find myself.
Yes I’m headed west,