Drifter

Well it's about that time again

Your feet are getting pushed by the wind

and i have fled the room in fear of

in fear of the way you love to move about

with time you'll realize

oh, this urge you can't control

return to face the road that's snappin' at your legs and nappin' on your steps.

oh, it's impossible to give up what you know

the reasons you might stay are fading with the day.

now the plants are coming back from weeks of rest

and that sun has got to beatin' on your chest

it's warm and blood is circling around your veins

so you're off to build yourself a better name.

walk fast, don't look back

so if you seek to learn, then lay right down and turn an ear to face the dirt

advice is not just words

and stand up straight, you'll see the stars and galaxies

they'll lead you right along to somewhere you belong

drifter, you're going home now

drifter, you're going home.