Wandering Ways Songtext

von Craig Bennett

Wandering Ways
Yeah, it's cold, so I'm told; you get used to it...
Like a bartenders wit. (Well, I'm going home.)
"Find a niche and be proud of it."
Well, I remain unconvinced.
It feels like I'm finally on my own.
Yeah, you could say I've learned to live my life,
I learned to let go.
No one can say they're gonna tame my wandering ways?
But I'll be back when you say:
"When will you fill me? to the top"
I drive your car, I turn to park;
I want to say, "It's been nice knowing you."
But it's too late.
I have a plan to make a stand; a good time for a change;
But I cannot make you a part of the strategy.
Please come and join me for one last spending spree!
It feels like I'm finally on my own.
Yeah, you could say I've learned to live my life;
I've learned to let go.
No one can say they're gonna tame my wandering ways
... but I'll be back when you say:
"When will you fill me ... to the top?"
I'll be back when you say ...