The Wanderer

And I jump from the speeding train

to an open field of ripened grain.

Just an owl to see me there

disturb the silent kingdom of his stare

and I steal from the reaping

while the watchman is sleeping

for I'm the wanderer, you see,

or what is left of him and me.

Then I'm walking down that railroad track

always silent, never turning back

for the dawn I know is coming soon.

Early morning hides the fleeting moon.

And behind me, a shadow --

where I hide, it will follow

for I'm the wanderer, you see,

or what is left of him and me.

Don't ask me why I wander long

for there's not a place where I belong.

My life will be a wandering one.

All my life I shall be running from

something there that follows me,

something that I cannot see

and I'm the wanderer, you see,

or what is left of him and me.

And I jump to the speeding train

which cannot take me home again

for it speeds across the silent plain,

takes me farther from the land I came.

It leaves the shadow far behind.

Still it lingers in my mind

and I'm the wanderer, you see,

or what is left of him and me.

There's a lyric video of this song which you can find here, and you can get this track from Amazon here. The rough cut video was posted on YouTube on 5/15/09 - click here to watch that video.