Текст песни Walking Man (Live 1988) - 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
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
Pappy's come to rambling on
Stumbling around, drunk down on the farm

And the walking man walks on by
Doesn′t know nothing 'bout nothing
Any other man stops and talks
The walking man walks on by
Oh, walk on by

Most everybody's got seed to sow
It ain′t always easy for a weed to grow, no no
And he don′t hoe the row for no one
Althought for sure one's always missing
And something is never quite right
But who would want to listen to you
Kissing his existence good night?

Walking man, walking man walk on by my door
Any other man stops and talks
But not the walking man
He ain′t nothin' but a walking man, walking

Walk on walking man
Walking man walk on by together
Walking man walk on together
Ooh, walking man walk on
Ohh, hoo, ooh