The sun, it stripped me of truth.
There wasn't a thing I could do.
The moon shined with hope, but then bade me farewell,
So I chose to follow the blue.
And friends, they took what was theirs.
Then went on to making their plans.
They told me to grin as if pain were a sin,
So I left them standing back there.
Who needs a home when there so much to see
And so many things to do.
Lovers and friends, we'll meet once again
If wandering leads me to you.
And trees, they grow from the earth,
But sometimes they take to the sea.
No one could have known where they one day would be.
So come and wander with me.
Together we'll search for a place
And listen for the hidden sounds
Of wind, and dreams, and all pleasant things.
Come, let's wander around.
Who needs a home when there so much to see
And so many things to do.
Lovers and friends, we'll meet once again
If wandering leads me to you.
And old man sits on his roof,
Sleepily watching the world.
He wandered away all the years of his youth,
Now he's got something to hold.
Well man, I'll be just like you.
I'll see everything to see.
And maybe one day I'll settle to live
With someone who's loving me.
With someone who's loving me.
- Genry Gene
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