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
The walking man walks
Well 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 yeah..
And Pappy's come
to rambling on
Stumbling 'round
and drunk down on the farm..
And the walking man walks
He doesn't know
nothing at all..
Any other man stops and talks
But the walking man
walks on by..
Walk on by and
Most everybody's
got seed to sow
It ain't always easy
for a weed to grow no no..
So he don't hoe
the row for no one
For sure
one's always missing
And something is never
quite right
Ah but who would want
to listen to you
Kissing his existence
good night
Walking man
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
Yeah wo would he be free
Golden wings against the sky..
Walking man walk on by
So long walking man
So long..