I want to get away

I want to get away, to where the air is brisker,
To where the mountains climb the sky -
To where the the mind is frisker,
and the eagle and the condor fly.
I want to walk in some forsaken spot, 
that doesn't draw a crowd -
to where a battle's never fought,
and I can laugh out loud.
To where the river's swiftly running, 
to where the silence fills the wood -
to where the renegades are sunning,
It all would do this heart some good.
The will to go is getting stronger, 
and my feet are restless to begin -
I cannot sit around much longer,
To do so would be to me a sin.
So I'll be off, you can bet on that, 
I'll soon be out in that empty space -
I'll just grab my coat and hiking hat,
Don't look for me, there is no trace.