Come walk with me where I laid my heart in the street
Beating next to my will and my only certainty.
Where you’ll want what you got and will fight for what’s not
And before long you’ll see
That I made my home with whom I have found company
For fear is so sweet and my dear there she kneels
She begs me to stay.
Cursing the wind and the falling rain that takes me away.
No, no, no sweet-talker could keep me longer than a cloud can keep its shape
But I’ve got some dreams and memories fit for the better days.
Come run with me, let your bare feet hit these beaten streets.
We can live off the land, with a wanderer’s hand
We’ll hold all that we need.
No direction ain’t what we’re aiming for my dear.
What good is direction when what you’re looking for is already here?