The Ballad of Chris Mccandless

We met on the highway. He was smilin', A mystic in torn blue jeans. The kid left his trust fund to come out walking. He said, "I'm Alexander, Supertramp, A Star catcher, a Chaser of dreams..." I could've sworn he heard the earth a'talkin', Talkin'... "Sometimes," he said, "don't it feel Like the concrete's closing in? We're putting bricks on the horizon..." Was he chasing fool's gold, Or a holy man walking A dirt road till the end? I don't know but I hitched a ride with Chris McCandless. I stepped in the wild of a dream. The horizon in South Dakota Was an ocean of harvest grain. In a dusty silo we found work for the taking. We'd hitched up from California, But he never told me his real name. Never told me what past he was out here shaking. We're all shaking something. "Sometimes," he said, "don't it feel Like technology's closing in? We're raising towers on the horizon..." Was he chasing fool's gold Or a holy man walking A dirt road till the end? I hitched a ride with Chris McCandless I stepped in the wild of a dream- A stone, A path, A river of glass, The night sky- Hey, can you see stars From wherever you are? With both feet on the planet Can you feel this old world Spinning around you? The pull of the magnet Is gonna take you from your town, Your home town. In a broken school bus they found him In the heart of the Alaska range The journey ends When the heart stops beating- Our time is so fleeting Sometimes, don't it feel Like the concrete's closing in- Like we're putting bricks on the horizon? Are you chasin fool's gold, Or a holy man walking a dirt road Till the end? I don't know, but I hitched a ride with Chris McCandless, I stepped in the wild with Chris McCandless, And I felt alive with Chris McCandless. I was wide awake in the dream, The dream, The dream.