(Bob Dylan)
Are are we gonna fly down in the easy chair
Clouds so swift the rain won't lift
Gate won't close the railing's froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain't going nowhere
I don't care how many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money and pack your tent
You ain't going nowhere
Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself to the tree with roots
You ain't going nowhere
Genghis Khan he could not keep
All his kings supplied with sleep
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
But we still ain't going nowhere
(as sung by Joan Baez)