in light of my upcoming departure, once again, i feel it is interesting how restless my life has been. i havent been in one place for very long recently. just an observation i guess. so here are some good lyrics from some really good songs, all with the word "wander" in the title. see if you can identify them.

Oh well I roam from town to town
I go through life without a care
’til I’m as happy as a clown
With my two fists of iron and I’m going nowhere



Yeah I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering
I went with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you

I went out there
In search of experience
To taste and to touch
And to feel as much
As a man can
Before he repents

I went out searching
Looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his father's right hand
I went out walking
With a bible and a gun
The word of God lay heavy on my heart



He's the wanderer looking for his long lost home
He's only got one place to go
He's wandering and wondering when to go home
He's not alone, not alone, not alone

Feet been walking for a thousand years, trying to drive away those fears, but no
Well then he picked up and then he went down south
Dad said nothing and mom shut her mouth




I'm a wanderer,
I have no place or time,
I'm just drifting on this lonely road of mine,
If you like you can come along with me,
But I promise you that I am not the man I used to be

I'm a wanderer,
I have no place or time,
I'm just drifting on this lonely road of mine,
And if you would accept me for me,
Then I promise you that there's a better man inside of me




and just for good measure, because i will soon be there:

Sometimes I just look around to take in the feeling coming out
from the ground
But that's just something I do sometimes
And then I just step out the door to take in the wind coming off
of the shore
And that's just what I'm doing tonight

And when you are on your own, not speaking out is like fighting
alone
And that is the worst damn way to fight
And when you are scared no more, reach your hand out and just
open the door
And that's just what I'm doing tonight

The black rock is where I spend my time
Writing a memory or writing a rhyme
Thinking about what is right or wrong

On the black rock is where I like to go
After a long night coming home from a show
And that's where I write my song, all day long, the black
rock



time to get ready to go...

any and all comments or responses are welcome at dabele@wm.edu