Sick and tired of a crazy life, getting nowhere fast
Life was a vicious circle, it just couldn’t last
I set out one evening, packed up and left my home
I wasn’t lonesome, I was just alone
I headed out for places, I’d never been before
Not knowing where I was going, or what I was looking for
I just kept right on moving, like a rolling stone
I wasn’t lonesome, I was just alone
A strange way to travel, moving round with a goal
Living without reason, without a part or role
No place to stay, I wasn’t looking for a home
I wasn’t lonesome, I was just alone
They say that every journey has a beginning and an end
But I didn’t even know what I’d find round the next bend
Like a bird caged all its life, I had finally flown
I wasn’t lonesome, I was just alone
Author notes
I eventually ended up where I am- but I suppose I've always been where I am!
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Aw, that sounds like heaven ... whereever you find yourself




