Rambling Man

I’m just a ramblin man, walking in another man’s shoes

Pretending that these soles aren’t so worn

The stories they’ve seen are told in the way they bruise

I can’t seem to listen anymore

And our stories are spoken in the tread

In the legacy and gravestones of the dead, of the dead

Time has worn it’s welcome and my words might be a ripple in the wind

It’s time to begin, time to begin

Never been a gambling man, no I’m not about to lose

The future isn’t sworn to anyone

The past and the present have finally called a truce

Oh I feel like my days have just begun

And our stories are spoken in the tread

In the legacy and gravestones of the dead, of the dead

Time has worn it’s welcome and my words might be a ripple in the wind

It’s time to begin, time to begin

At best, our words, our words they echo in the wind

And our stories are spoken in the tread

In the legacy and gravestones of the dead, of the dead

Time has worn it’s welcome and my words might be a ripple in the wind

It’s time to begin, time to begin