Were You Wandering?

I can tell this story, with the wave of my hand
I can look over my shoulder and see a wandering man
He’s never in a hurry, and I’d sure like to know
What keeps his clock ticking.
I woke up this morning to the sound of his feet
Shuffling away to the sound of the beat
Of the the morning birds chirping to a thundering noise
Of happy people playing with their girls and their boys.
And when the wandering man wanders, he strolls
Towards the sun, humming this song softly and slowly.
He thinks to himself that there’s no better place to be
Than at the gates of heaven, lying deep in his sleep
But still he shuffles on, away into the night
To see this wondrous world, this wonderful life.
It’s a wonder he wanders the way that I do
But when I wander, my soul feels lost and it does
Excite me, in ways that I can’t explain

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