I've wandered around,
in and out of different towns.
Nobody gave me any sympathy,
cause I didn't want it.
I walked through the rain,
on every beaten path,
I thought of what I'd left behind.
I don't know what is on the coming road,
and I don't know how I'll feel when things don't go,
my way...I'll keep wandering forever.
In and out of time
I'll look up at the moon
and think.....
Why is life still,
calling out my name,
tempting me to stay here by your side.
I'm gone and if I can help it,
I'm not coming back.
I'm a wanderer,
I don't know a thing about the
bloodshed in the streets,
about the people you'll never meet.
I don't understand how,
your pretty words tempt me,
to be the best I can be.
It's like you're making me give up,
my wandering ways,
but I don't want to stay.
I see you cry,
the look in your eye,
the one that makes me sad inside.
I try to turn away,
but I guess it's time to face,
oh how hard it will be,
my past, my present, my future
they'll all be entwined and stored in your
bright eyes.
But for once,
I know that I'll..........Survive.