WASN’T BORN TO FOLLOW
By Gerry Goffin / Carole King
No I’d rather go and journey
where the diamond crescents flowing
And run across the valley
Beneath the sacred mountain
And wander through the forest
Where the trees have leaves of prisms
That make the light up into colors
That no one know the names of
And when it’s time I’ll go and lay
Beside the legendary fountain
Till I see her form reflected
In it's clear and gentle waters
And if you think I’m ready
You may lead me to the chasm
Where the rivers of our visions
Flow into one another
And I’ll stay awhile and wonder
At the mist that they created
And lose myself within it
Cleanse my mind and body
And I know at that moment
As I stand at cathedral
I will want to dive
Beneath the white cascading water
She may beg and she may plead
And she may argue with her logic
Mention all the things I’ll lose
That really have no value
Tho’ I doubt that she will ever
Come to understand my meaning
In the end she’ll surely know
I was not born to follow
