On the Road to Freedom

I'm on the road to freedom
On the road to love
Yonder can you see them
Who they're thinking of

I met a rich man on the road, he told me where to go
To get my hands upon some gold, but still I answered no
Cause freedom waits for me ahead, your gold will slow me down
I smiled as I walked on my way, and left him with a frown

I met an old man on the road, his eyes were clear and wise
Can you direct me on my way, to where the answer lies
I'm looking for the road to freedom so I can be free
He said keep thinking as you walk, and one day you will see

I'm on the road to freedom, on the road to truth
Yonder can you see them wasting precious youth

I thought as I walked down the road, of what the man had said
It seems to me that what he meant is freedom's in your head
The road I walk along is time, it's measured out in hours
And now I need not rush along, I stop to see the flowers
Stop to smell the flowers