He had made up his mind
He was going to leave
Going to leave the Valley Greane
He just couldn't stay
So he went his own way
On a train bound for far-off Rockaway Bay
He gave up his name
He was never the same
As he raced past the endless fields of grain
He didn't look back
To the humble shack
Where he spent all his childhood years
But when he got out
He saw a spiritual drought
And his heart was filled with new fear
