Wanderin' Man

What kind of a life does a wanderin' man live?

Does he live with the sun and sleep with the moon?

Is he never so lonely as a city man can get?

Does he wake with the sun rise and never too soon?

Wanderin' man, I see you in me

You're just like the kid that I used to be

You're livin' with the colors that I used to see

There's comfort in knowing that a little bit of you lives in me

What kind of a child would a wanderin' man raise?

Would he teach him the things the world never learned?

Would he show him the grace in a beautiful sunset?

Would he give him the freedom to let his heart yearn?

Wanderin' man, I see you in me

You're just like the kid that I used to be

You're livin' with the colors that I used to see

There's comfort in knowing that a little bit of you lives in me

Go strong with the wind

There's a change in the skyline

You, you are my friend

And my heart burns bright

What kind of a funeral does a wanderin' man get?

Are the calls of the coyotes the only cries heard?

Do the stars set the mood for a scene they'll soon forget?

Is the best goodbye said without saying the word?

Wanderin' man, I see you in me

You're just like the kid that I used to be

You're livin' with the colors that I used to see

There's comfort in knowing that a little bit of you lives in me