James Taylor - Walking Man Lyrics
Moving in silent desperationKeeping an eye on the holy landA hypothetical destinationSay, who is this waliking man?Well, the leaves have come to turningAnd the goose has gone to flyAnd bridges are for buningSo dont you let that yearningPass you byWalking man, walking man walksWell, any other man stops and talksBut the walking man walksWell the frost is on the pumpkinAnd the hay is in the barnAn pappys come to rambling onStumbling around drunkDown on the farmAnd the walking man walksDoesnt know nothing at allAny other man stops and talksBut the walking man walks on byWalk on byMost everybodys got seed to sowIt aint always easy for a weed to grow, oh noSo he dont hoe the row for no oneOh for sure hes always missingAnd something is never quite rightAh, but who would want to listen to youKissing his existence good nightWalking man walk on by my doorWell, any other man stops and talksBut not the walking manHes the walking manBorn to walkWalk on walking manWell now, would he have wings to flyWould he be freeGolden wings against the skyWalking man, walk on bySo long, walking man, so long
