I'm heading for a time of quiet When my restlessness is past And I can lie down on my blanket And release my fists at last I'm heading for a time of solitude Of peace without illusion When the perfect circle marries all Beginnings and conclusions And when they say that you're not good enough Well the answer is you are now But who are they, and what is it? That eats at what you've done With the hunger of ambition For the change inside the person There are handcuffs on the soul My friends, handcuffs on the soul and words I'm heading for a place of quiet Where the sage and sweet grass grow A lake of sacred water From the mountains melted snow