Walking Man

Moving in silent desperation
 Keeping an eye on the Holy Land
 A hypothetical destination
 Say, who is this waliking 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
 And pappy's come to rambling on
 Stumbling around 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
 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
 Oh, would he be free?
 Golden wings against the sky
 Walking man, walk on by
 So long, walking man, so long