Moving in silent desperation Keeping an eye on the holy land A hypothetical destination Say, who is this waliking man? Well, the leaves have come to turning And the goose has gone to fly And bridges are for buning 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 Doesn't know nothing at all Any other man stops and talks But the walking man walks on by Walk on by Most everybody's got seed to sow It ain't always easy for a **** to grow, oh no So he don't hoe the row for no one Oh for sure he's always missing And something is never quite right Ah, but who would want to listen to you Kissing his existence good night Walking man walk on by my door Well, any other man stops and talks But not the walking man He's the walking man Born to walk Walk on walking man Well now, would he have wings to fly Would he be free Golden wings against the sky Walking man, walk on by So long, walking man, so long
Moving in silent desperation Keeping an eye on the holy land A hypothetical destination Say, who is this waliking man? Well, the leaves have come to turning And the goose has gone to fly And bridges are for buning 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 Doesn't know nothing at all Any other man stops and talks But the walking man walks on by Walk on by Most everybody's got seed to sow It ain't always easy for a **** to grow, oh no So he don't hoe the row for no one Oh for sure he's always missing And something is never quite right Ah, but who would want to listen to you Kissing his existence good night Walking man walk on by my door Well, any other man stops and talks But not the walking man He's the walking man Born to walk Walk on walking man Well now, would he have wings to fly Would he be free Golden wings against the sky Walking man, walk on by So long, walking man, so long
