Lyrics:
Then I knew my life was saved
On the run
All alone
Hopes returned
Wanderer
On the run
Not alone
The road goes on
Wanderer
I am haunted by
Wanderers and nomads have gone to see their chieftains
Will this be the end of the rain and the birds?
Who can send an emissary to speak
To you, was it a summer wasted?
Waiting in line at Heathrow
Looking at my reflections in those glass ceilings
By the time you get home
I will be gone
you by my side is where I belong
Cruising around and searching for something more
We're wanderers, travelers, seekers
Van life in the wild
gets dark like supper time
So he don't socialize
The lone wanderer
And his wife
She solarize bring sunshine and good vibes
He hold it down hope he's
regrets?
Well, a penny costs two and a half cents, so…
Unknown saliva slithers through the wanderers
A story or a metaphor, the phantom ponders
Unknown
Soothsayer cries
You’re blind as you swallow lies
By gods despised
Wanderers
We’re wanderers
Gold sands of dunes in an hour glass measure the time
Feel the force when we come across (we raw)
Hit record and we’re breaking jaws (of course)
With lyrical allure for sure, flowing steady like an oar
As I walked by the lake one day by chance my Dorraine passed my way
Then she and I walked hand in hand on the banks of Ponchartrain
I pinned a flower
Then you're proved, that is's a dumb thing
You're telling a drowning man, not to grab for straws
I'm a kid in a rowboat, who's lost his oars..
Going
from port to harbour
City by city, wanderer
Asking strangers if you're there
Going wherever you were
What is forecast
What's this glowing out at sea
I see it all
The Child (sees the Viator wending his way)
Becomes the Wanderer on the Earth
The Wanderer (led by the Mentor grey)
Becomes the Viator
Hey! His fable of mind
Madness returns again
Cries erupt from the mouth like a gun
I am a wanderer on his way
To a lost world invented by me
And I
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
Sing him to the shore
By day their oars became their mantra, at night they camped along the way
Shared music round the fire with folks from Wales
can make
On a lake in the park
It's an ocean of devotion
A floating dream for two . . .
Oh, I keep hopin' that
The oars will stray
So we could
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
of a suitcase
Static months at best
I am a wanderer
Thank you for the meal
(Woo)
I won't come by tomorrow
The call to go is real
I am a wanderer
Yes, I am
little peaches by the score
But master Johny was a wis'un, you know,
His steady girl was Flo
And every Sunday afternoon
She'd jump in his boat
the destroyer
By the hand of man
Death be delivered
Behold the destroyer
By the hand of man
Death be delivered
Anger and hatred are their oars
Revenge
STATUE OF LIBERTY
WRITER GLENN SHORROCK
Give me your hungry, give me your tired, give me your homeless, give me your wanderers, Statue of Liberty,
knows to quit
Better than the ones you get
Those who want your looks and fame
But love that never feels the same
Are you a wanderer
Do you have a home
My
The velvet of the night
Worn by wolves the day does not invite
To see, to witness, to believe
The current of grief at the loner's reef
This heartfelt
Space Wanderer
What a beautiful world
Nature harmony
Built from matter and light
What a beautiful world
Space wanderer
Follow the light
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