The Drifter

I’m the drifter,
I walk the highways,
I cross the river
that rolls on forgotten;
I sing for the living
and live for the trying,
But what’s it about
if you got to be trying alone?

I’m the dreamer
who climbed the mountain;
I saw forever
across the ocean,
But you found me waiting
and knew that I would
be lost forever
if I kept on trying alone.

They call me the drifter,
and I walk the highways,
I crossed ev’ry river
that rolled on forgotten.
I’d sing for the living,
but inside was dying,
‘cause what’s it about
if you got to be trying alone?

Well, I’m the drifter
who saw the answer,
and when I found you
I knew forever
would be forever
and not for sometimes.
And you’d be mine;
won’t have to be trying alone.

Now I sing like a dreamer
and I walk like I’m flying,
I looked in your eyes:
There was no use denying.
You cared for that moment,
and I knew the answer,
I came for a while
and I stayed for the rest of my life.
I came for a while
and I stayed for the rest of my life.

Well, I was the drifter,
and I walked the highways,
I crossed ev’ry river
that rolled on forgotten.
I sang for the living
and lived for the trying,
I came for a while
and I stayed for the rest of my life.

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