Walking Man

Moving in silent desperation Keeping an eye on the Holy Land A hypothetical destination Say, who is this walking man? Well, the leaves have come to turning The goose has gone to fly And bridges are for burning So don't you let that yearning pass you by Mister walking man, the walking man walks Any other man stops and talks The walking man walks The frost is on the pumpkin The hay is in the barn And Pappy's come to rambling on Stumbling around drunk Down on the farm The walking man walks on by Doesn't know nothing 'bout nothing at all Any other man stops and talks Walking man walks Suppose everybody got seed to sow It ain't always easy for a weed to grow, no, no So he don't hold the road for no one Oh no, for sure one's always missing And something is never quite right But who would want to listen to you? Kissing his existence good night Yeah, mister walking man, walk on by my door Any other man stops and talks But not the walking man He walk on by That's just the walking man, that's him He walk on by Ain't that a walking man, born to walk Walk on by Oh, walking man, yeah, walk on by Ain't that a walking man