Rambling Man

oh naive little me

asking what things you have seen

youre vulnerable in your head
youll scream and youll wail till youre dead

creatures fade by night

following things that arent right

and theyre tired and they need to be lead

theyll scream and theyll wail till theyre dead
but give me to a rambling man

let it always be known that i was who i am

beaten, battered, and cold

my children will live just to grow old

but if i sit here and weep

ill be blown over by the slightest of breeze

and the weak need to be lead

and the tender ill carry to their bed

and its a pale and cold affair

ill be damned if ill be found there

oh give me to a rambling man

let it always be known that i was who i am

as someone you dont want to be

oh give me to a rambling man

let it always be known that i was who i am

oh give me to a rambling man

let it always be known that i was who i am