Pineapple Lemonade - Plans

I was just about twenty-three
But never felt so old
My hair is almost graying
Pulling all my weight in gold

Traffic light, traffic jam
Don’t impress me anyway
Neither any subway station
From the 14th to Broadway

No I’m no big city man
God I never was
Got some fresh grass in my pockets
And know how to ride a horse

There are no pictures in my cam’
And no places left to see
No more miles in my van
How can I ever be free

My only plan is to leave my plans behind

There are no pictures in my cam’
Many places left to see
Thousand miles in my van
Oh my! It’s so good to be free