Samurai

Spirit son of a samurai tilting at windmills A misfit in this century He was looking for a living to be proud of Well, he was driven before a dozen winds at once Like a salmon jumping upstream Without the fishes sense Not to wonder, wonder, wonder Well, he was carrying his baggage Chained to his feet his weapon held across his eyes He was looking for the light He was looking for the light Well, he was the only one I met On the road last night --- Samurai - Crosby & Nash and Graham Nash