Walking Man - 2019 Remaster

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, 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
 Pappy's come to rambling on
 Stumbling around drunk down on the farm
 And the walking man walks
 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, oh no
 So he don't hold the row for no one
 For sure, one's always missing
 And something's never quite right
 Ah, but who would want to listen to you
 Kissing his existence goodnight?
 Walking man walk
 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? Would he?
 Would he be free?
 Golden wings against the sky
 Walking man, walk on by
 So long, walking man, so long