a town called destiny

Id like to wander
down an old dusty road
to a town where no one knows my name
a town where i can grow old
the clouds always part
and sun shines through after
and gun fires replaced
with smiles and laughter
the rum flows like water
but its never needed
because everyone whos ever tried
has always succeeded
the willows dont hang down too low
and in the winter its never too cold
the wind doesnt sting
all year round the birds sing
its a place that ive yet to find
everyones friendly
and no one picks fights
just sit on the porch
and sing through summer nights
and radio still plays good songs
destiny oh destiny
when oh when will you ever find me
ive been calling you since the day i was born
and im starting to believe that youre gone
ive bought some maps
and ive asked around
but no one i know
has ever heard of this town
so i guess ill go
back to chicago
because its the closest thing
ive got to home
back there its too cold
and theres no willows
the birds still sing
but the wind always stings
and the radio plays nothing good