Rambling Man.

I promise I will hold off on the songs for awhile, but you need to hear this song first….

Oh, naïve little me

asking what things you have seen

you’re vulnerable in your head

you’ll scream and you’ll wail till you’re dead.

Creatures veiled by night

following things that aren’t right

and they’re tired and they need to be led

or you’ll scream and you’ll wail till you’re dead.

But give me to a rambling man

let it always be known that I was who I am.

Beaten, battered and cold

my children will live just to grow old

but if I sit here and weep

i’ll be blown over by the slightest of breeze.

And the weak need to be led

and the tender I’ll carry to their bed

and it’s a pale and cold affair

i’ll be damned if I’ll be found there.

But give me to a rambling man

let it always be known that I was who I am.

It’s funny how the first chords you come to

are the minor notes that come to serenade you

it’s hard to accept yourself as someone

you don’t desire as someone you don’t want to be.

Oh, give me to a rambling man

Let it always be known that I was who I am.