The bus stop at the end of my road

Took me all around the world

From a small suburban Canadian town

The universe unfurled

Through storms of rain

Or sleet or snow

There was nowhere I could not go

From the comfort of the family home

To the streets of San Francisco

We were the beatniks from suburbia

Cowboys without a horse

Driven by imagination

Life set on a new course

With a song in my heart and a

Guitar in my hand

Every door was open

For a red dog rambling man

Now I'm happy looking back

At a life I did not plan

With the sole desire to be grown up

And try to make a stand

I can reap the joy of living

To be a happy family man

While suffering the indignation

That besets every man

We were sweethearts from suburbia

Cowboys without a horse

Driven by imagination

Life set on a new course

With a song in my heart and a

Guitar in my hand

Every door was open

For the boys in a rock n roll band

We were the beatniks from suburbia

Cowboys without a horse

Driven by imagination

Life set on a new course

With a song in my heart and a

Guitar in my hand

Every door was open

For a red dog rambling man

A red dog rambling man