Heading to the East Coast and I don't know where I'm going
  I'd like to see Virginia, and sleep where it is snowing
  Stare at the Blueridge from my woodstove heated room
  Wake up in the Springtime, when the Dogwoods are in bloom

    Refrain:

    I don't know where I'm going
    and I don't know where I've been
    If I find myself along the way
    I'll be sure
      to write a letter
        To you
          From him

  San Francisco Summer fog rolls in like frozen mush
  I'm Heading to the East Coast, where the Summer's warm and lush
  I'll Walk New England's green woods, run barefoot on the grass
  And wander around naked without freezing off my ass

    I don't know where I'm going
    and I don't know where I've been
    If I find myself along the way
    I'll be sure
      to drop a card
        to you
          from him

  Heading back to the West Coast, to see my girl and brand new baby
  Don't know how I got 'em, but I'll step up to the plate
  Packing up my truck; got my dog and my belongings
  Baby's due any day now; I hope I'm not too late

    I don't know where I'm going
    and I don't know where I've been
    If I find myself along the way
    I'll be sure
      to place a call
        to you
          from him

  Heading back to the East Coast, try to make a brand new start
  My little daughter left this world and took along my heart
  I'll go back to New York, but there's been a lot of change
  There's a hole in the ground and the skyline is strange

  I don't know where I'm going
  and I don't know where I've been
  If I find myself along the way
  I'll be sure
    to write a letter
      to you
        from him