moving in silent desperation
keeping an eye on the holy land. a hypothetical destination
say
who is this walking man?
well
the leaves have come to turning and the goose has gone to fly
and bridges are for burning
so don't you let that yearning pass you by. walking man
walking man walks. any other man stops and talks but the walking man walks. well the frost is on the pumpkin and the hay is in the barn. pappy's come to rambling on
stumbling around drunk down on the farm. and the walking man walks. doesn't know nothing at all. any other man stops and talks but the walking man walks on by
walk on by. most everybody's got seed to sow. it ain't always easy for a weed to grow
oh no. so he don't hoe the row for no one
for sure he's always missing
and something ain't never quite right. ah
but who would want to listen to you kissing his existence good night?
walking man walk. walk on by my door. well
any other man stops and talks
but not the walking man. he's the walking man
born to walk
walk on walking man. well now
would he have wings to fly? would he be free?
golden wings against the sky
walking man
walk on by. so long
walking man.