Matt Steady: The roamer - While my guitar gently weeps

Highway stretched before me

Horizon full of haze

Heading south, three hundred miles

Dry wind fills my days

My feet’ll keep on walking

Till someplace feels like home

I will roam

I will roam

I will roam

A wooden cross behind me

Marks a fellow travellin’ man

Couldn’t spare the time to dig too deep

In the baking sand

For the desperate pull, the gravity

I’ll mourn him when I can

I will roam

I will roam

I will roam

My soul is filled with longing

Mixed with deepest dread

Twards heaven or hell I drift on

My boots are filled with lead

Redemption or damnation

I know not where I head

I will roam

I will roam

I will roam

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