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