Here I go I'm cooking on the runnThe water's boiling overnHere I go I'm rising with the sunnSmall price to be freennHere I go I fade into the crowdnFull of sons and loversnI catch no eyes no that is not allowednSmall price to be freennI can remember a time and a placenNineteen hundred and sixty-threenI was so young all I wanted was funnThe world it was smiling back at menThis was not long to bennThat steam engine train carries my shamenAnd in my dreamtime I smell the rainnnHere I go I'm sleeping at the wheelnBlue men pulls me overnI tip my hat to my own nerves of steelnThey send me on my waynnHere I go I'm in a strangers landnThe sun is always shiningnSometimes things don't go as I had plannednSmall price to be freennI know that I am not long for this worldnThe reaper came calling on menI just pretended that no one was homenThere's still some things I have to seenBefore I feel freennTo step on that train feeling no painnAnd in my dreamtime I still smell the rainnnCan I hear some knockin' at my doornNow don't say it's all overnCan I pay for just a little morenSmall price to be free