Wanderlust

Do you still walk the streets at night? With the wandlust you fight Back to the corner where we went our seperate ways Well I'd love to photograph your hand Then shake it for a while Cause you learn so much about someone A brother or a swine The veins that plough beneath your path With so many tales to tell A picture out of focus In a frame where no one cares Calm the ocean breeze Quiet the raging sea This stormy ship we sail Is a bottle filled with rage