They say I got a wandering eye;
it strays to far from the flock.
Always going where the grass is greener,
a skeleton key for each lock.
You can be my judge and my jury,
condemn me to the soil and the earth.
Tie me to the end of four horses,
place a bet on which part goes first.
Well here I slump, at the end of some nowhere,
and all in a sling, and a thousand yard stare,
Watching the boats with their families and friends;
They won’t come ashore, if they have any sense.
The wedding procession has moved from the church.
I turn a good blessing into a bad curse.
The coyotes and crows pick at my eye
to stopping from drifting away with the tide.
They say I got potential for violence;
I can kill a man with my own bare hands.
But I can't focus on anything,
let alone have a murderous plan.
I remember when I first saw you,
I couldn't move; I was paralyzed.
I wondered if you’d be the only one,
to put an end my wandering eye…
Well here I slump, at the end of some nowhere,
and all in a sling, and a thousand yard stare,
Watching the boats with their families and friends;
They won’t come ashore, if they have any sense.
The wedding procession has moved from the church.
I turn a good blessing into a bad curse.
The coyotes and crows pick at my eye
…to stopping from drifting away with the tide.
There's no way that I can make it stop…
I have fallen so far from the top…
There no doubt I’ll ever be like you…
Stay in one place, live the life you chose…
…They say I got a wandering eye,
it strays to far from the flock,
always going where the grass is greener,
a skeleton key for each lock.
