What kind of a life does a wanderin' man live?
Does he live with the sun and sleep with the moon?
Is he never so lonely as a city man can get?
Does he wake with the sun rise and never too soon?
Wanderin' man, I see you in me
You're just like the kid that I used to be
You're livin' with the colors that I used to see
There's comfort in knowing that a little bit of you lives in me
What kind of a child would a wanderin' man raise?
Would he teach him the things the world never learned?
Would he show him the grace in a beautiful sunset?
Would he give him the freedom to let his heart yearn?
Wanderin' man, I see you in me
You're just like the kid that I used to be
You're livin' with the colors that I used to see
There's comfort in knowing that a little bit of you lives in me
Go strong with the wind
There's a change in the skyline
You, you are my friend
And my heart burns bright
What kind of a funeral does a wanderin' man get?
Are the calls of the coyotes the only cries heard?
Do the stars set the mood for a scene they'll soon forget?
Is the best goodbye said without saying the word?
Wanderin' man, I see you in me
You're just like the kid that I used to be
You're livin' with the colors that I used to see
There's comfort in knowing that a little bit of you lives in me
