AIMLESS WANDERER

Lost in the storm, facing a wild wind Leaving marks on my skin I’ve been wandering, for a few moons In the same worn out and empty rooms Oh, this pouring rain, on my face Reminds me the coldness of this place. Since I was a young boy, all I’ve ever done Was wandering for something, for something gone Does it make me an aimless wanderer? No, I don’t want to be an aimless wanderer My heart grows cold, feeding my greed and my pride I would like to rise my arms into the sky But I can’t do it, my hands are tied Maybe over the time, my cheeks will dry Oh, this pouring rain, on my face Reminds me the coldness of this place. Since I was a young boy, all I’ve ever done Was wandering for something, for something gone Does it make me an aimless wanderer? No, I don’t want to be an aimless wanderer.