The Wanderer
I went out walking through streets paved with goldLifted some stones, saw the skin and bonesOf a city without a soulI went out walking under an atomic skyWhere the ground won't turn and the rain it burnsLike 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 tinWhere men can't walk or freely talkAnd sons turn their fathers in.I stopped outside a church houseWhere the citizens like to sit.They say they want the kingdomBut they don't want God in it.
I went out riding down that old eight-laneI 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 experienceTo taste and to touch and to feel as muchAs a man can before he repents.
I went out searching, looking for one good manA spirit who would not bend or breakWho would sit at his father's right hand.I went out walking with a bible and a gunThe word of God lay heavy on my heartI 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 tooLooking for you.
Yeah, I went with nothing, nothing but the thought of you.I went wandering.