The Wanderer

I went out walking through streets 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 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'd be there too

Looking for you.

Yeah, I went with nothing, nothing but the thought of you.

I went wandering.