Rambling rovers we may well beThe world is ours to roam, you seeTo spend our lives in ecstasyEnjoying life so gay and free. That was the map we made beforeTo travel wide from shore to shoreAnd open every secret doorEach hidden path we would explore. The future may be blocked by fateAnd something might just close the gateYour given span may be too straitTomorrow's plan may come too late. Live now and know that you have won...