"The Wayfarer" as written by and Bruce Springsteen....
It's the same sad story
Love and glory goin' 'round and 'round
It's the same old cliché
A wanderer on his way, slippin' from town to town
Some find peace here on the sweet streets
The sweet streets of home
Where kindness falls and your heart calls
For a permanent place of your own

I'm a wayfarer, baby
I drift from town to town
When everyone's asleep and the midnight bells sound
My wheels are hissin' up the highway
Spinning 'round and 'round

You start out slow in a sweet little bungalow
Something two can call home
Then rain comes fallin'
The blues come calling, and you're left with a heart of stone

Some folks are inspired sitting by the fire
Slippers tucked under the bed
But when I go to sleep I can't count sheep
For the white lines in my head

I'm a wayfarer, baby
I roam from town to town
When everyone's asleep and the midnight bells sound
My wheels are hissin' up the highway
Spinning 'round and 'round

Where are you now? Where are you now?
Where are you now?

I'm a wayfarer, baby
I roam from town to town
When everyone's asleep and the midnight bells sound
My wheels are hissin' up the highway
Spinning 'round and 'round

I'm a wayfarer, baby, I'm a wayfarer, baby
I'm a wayfarer, baby, I'm a wayfarer, baby
I'm a wayfarer, baby, I'm a wayfarer, baby
I'm a wayfarer, baby, I'm a wayfarer, baby


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"The Wayfarer" as written by Bruce Springsteen

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