Wandering Man
He’s a wandering man. He’s got a lit cigarette burning in one hand.
He’s got a truck. He likes driving, he likes driving it ‘cause
It’s got one rusty spot but runs well enough to keep that back door open wide.
He’s got damn bright blue eyes. Invite inside if you’re so inclined.
But don’t you walk in, don’t you walk in smiling.
‘Cause there are some things you don’t ever leave behind.
And I watched you run. You made it all the way across the country.
And I watched you run. You made look like that there was something chasing.
I don’t owe you nothing, but it feels like I’m in your debt.
And this world it don’t owe you nothing. But it might just hurt you less.
And side stepping all of your fancy dancing. You feel like a brother to me.
And now whether or not that’s better or worse. Well, you don’t get to choose your family.
So, I watched you go ‘cause I can recognize what I don’t know.
And I watched you go ‘cause I hope someday you’ll find that home you’re looking for.
He’s a wandering man. He likes that driving. He likes that highway.
He likes that old saying about that rolling stone. How it ain’t got nothing to own.
And it ain’t got nothing owning it.
No, lord, he ain’t got nothing.
Until he slows down or quits.
And I watched you run and you made it all the way across the country.
And I watched you run. You made look like that there was something chasing.
I don’t owe you nothing, but it feels like I’m in your debt.
And this world it don’t owe you nothing. Well, it might just hurt you less.
And slicing through all your bullshit. Well, you feel like a brother to me.
And now whether or not that’s better or worse. Well, you don’t get to choose your family.
So, I watched you go ‘cause I can recognize what I don’t know.
And I watched you go ‘cause I hope someday you’ll find that home you’re looking for.