I wander
and I wonder
Until highstreets
are my home.
I wonder
and I wander
Until there’s no
concrete to roam.
I wander
and I wonder
Until street lamps
by my bed,
Become the tunnel light
My future holds instead.
I wonder
and I wander
When facing all the faces,
that you don’t know that you know,
When finding new escapes,
You escaped to long ago,
When you’ve moved a hundred miles,
By walking to and fro
When the whole town is your home,
It’s time to find a new abode.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC
I wander
and I wonder
Until highstreets
are my home.
I wonder
and I wander
Until there’s no
concrete to roam.
I wander
and I wonder
Until street lamps
by my bed,
Become the tunnel light
My future holds instead.
I wonder
and I wander
When facing all the faces,
that you don’t know that you know,
When finding new escapes,
You escaped to long ago,
When you’ve moved a hundred miles,
By walking to and fro
When the whole town is your home,
It’s time to find a new abode.