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Can you recall, dear comrade, when we tramped God's land together, / And we sang the old, old Earth-song, for our youth was very sweet; / When we drank and fought and lusted, as we mocked at tie and tether, / Along the road to Anywhere, the wide world at our feet.
Along the road to Anywhere, when each day had its story; / When time was yet our vassal, and life's jest was still unstale; / When peace unfathomed filled our hearts as, bathed in amber glory, / Along the road to Anywhere we watched the sunsets pale.
Alas! the road to Anywhere is pitfalled with disaster; / There's hunger, want, and weariness, yet O we loved it so!
As on we tramped exultantly, and no man was our master, / And no man guessed what dreams were ours, as swinging heel and toe, / We tramped the road to Anywhere, the magic road to Anywhere, / The tragic road to Anywhere, such dear, dim years ago.