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.