The Wanderer

I went out walking through street paved with gold

Lifted some stones, saw the skin and bones

of a city without a soul

I went out walking under an atomic sky,

where the ground won’t turn and the rain it burns

like the tears when I said goodbye

Yeah, I went with nothing

Nothing but the thought of you

I went wandering

I went drifting through the capitals of tin

Where men can’t walk, or freely talk

And sons turn their fathers in

I stopped outside a church house, where the citizens like to sit

They say they want the kingdom

But they don’t want God in it

I went out riding, down that old eight lane

I passed by a thousand signs

looking for my own name

I went with nothing

but the thought

You’d be there too, looking for you

I went out there in

Search of experience,

to taste and to touch and to feel as much

as a man can before he repents

I went out searching Looking for one good man

A spirit who would not bend or break

Who would sit at his father’s right hand

I went out walking with a bible and a gun

The word of God lay heavy on my heart

I was sure I was the one

Now Jesus, don’t you wait up, Jesus I’ll be home soon

Yeah, I went out for the papers

Told her I’d be back by noon

Yeah, I left with nothing

But the thought you would be there too

Looking for you

Yeah, I left with nothing

Nothing but of thought of you

I went wanderring