| Knew he was a misfit | |
| Since the age of seventeen | |
| He had to do it his way they said | |
| He should be quarantined | |
| He went looking to the East | |
| He went looking to the West | |
| He was looking for the courage | |
| To see which way was the best. | |
| Can't turn back | |
| Oh no | |
| Look out on his right | |
| He would look out on his left | |
| He would look out in the distance | |
| Where he could see the wilderness | |
| When the thunderhead approached | |
| He would pull off to the side | |
| And when the sun broke through | |
| He would get back out and ride | |
| Cause you can't turn back... | |
| Try to see the forest for the trees | |
| The wind storm for the breeze | |
| No one ever said that it would be that easy | |
| You make your way through the debris | |
| Cling to your beliefs | |
| Even though the world might say your crazy | |
| He always had the feeling | |
| He would get back out alive | |
| But the more that he sees of it | |
| Then the less he fantasizes | |
| Though he's lost a bit of freedom | |
| He has traded it for love | |
| Knows that he'd fight for it | |
| If that push came to shove | |
| Cause you can't turn back... |