Sometimes A Drifter
Sometimes a drifter, sometimes a peaceful man.
Years and years of talkin', though little to understand.
Where does love go when it flies away?
I would think that it would last til the end of time.
Sometimes a drunkard, sometimes a holy man.
Years and years of falling, with little to understand.
Why do we think we are the only ones that really matter,
to everyone in the whole, wide world?
Sometimes a husband, sometimes a single dad.
Years and years of trying to not be so dark and sad.
When does this life become easier?
I would think all of this work would be worth something.
Sometimes happy, often times not so.
Years and years of wandering, not knowing where to go.
How do you do? Good to know you.
May we find, in our togetherness, honest joy.
May we find, in our togetherness, honest joy.