Walking Man

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

An Pappy's come to rambling on

Stumbling around drunk

Down on the farm

And the walking man walks on by

Doesn't know nothing by nothing

Any other man stops and talks

The walking man walks on by

Walk on by

Most everybody's got seed to sow

It ain't always easy for a w**d to grow oh no

So he don't hoe the row for no one

For sure he's always missing

Something is never quite right

Who would want to listen to you

Kissing his existence good night

Walking man walk on by my door

Any other man stops and talks

But not the walking man

But not the walking man

Walk on by walking man

Walking man walk on by

Walking man walk on by