Karaoké Walking Man James Taylor

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 and the goose has gone to fly

And bridges are for burning so don't you let that yearning pass you by

Walking man walking man walks

Well, any other man stops and talks

But the walking man walks

Well the frost is on the pumpkin and the hay is in the barn yeah

And Pappy's come to rambling on stumbling around drunk down on the farm

And the walking man walks it doesn't know nothing at all

Any other man stops and talks

But the walking man walks on by walk on by hey

Most everybody's got seed to sow it ain't always easy for a weed to grow, no no

So he don't hoe the row for no one

For sure one's always missing something is never quite right

Ah, but who would want to listen to you kissing his existence good night

Walking man walk on by my door

Well, any other man stops and talks

But not the walking man

He's the walking man

Born to walk

Walk on walking man

Well now, would he have wings to fly, yeah hey hey

Woah oh oh would he be free

Golden wings against the sky

Walking man, walk on by

So long, walking man, so long