Lyrics Walking Man - Live 1976 - James Taylor

Moving in silent desperation,
Keeping an eye on the holy land
A hypothetical destination,
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

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
And pappy's come to rambling on
Stumbling around drunk down on the farm
And the walking man walks on by
Doesn′t know nothing at all
Any other man stops and talks
But the walking man walks

'Cause 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 he's always missing
And something ain′t never quite right
Ah, but who would want to listen to you, kissing his existence good night?
Walking man walk
Walk on by my door
Well, any other man stops and talks
But not the walking man, (He walk on by)
That's just the walking, (He walk on by)
And that the walking man, born to walk (He walk on by)
Walk on by
And that the walking man