Текст песни Walking Man (Remastered) - 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
The goose has gone to fly
And bridges are for burning
So don't you let that yearning pass you by
Mister walking man, the walking man walks
Any other man stops and talks
The walking man walks
The frost is on the pumpkin
The hay is in the barn
And Pappy's come to rambling on
Stumbling around drunk
Down on the farm
The walking man walks on by
Doesn't know nothing 'bout nothing at all
Any other man stops and talks
Walking man walks
Suppose everybody got seed to sow
It ain't always easy for a weed to grow, no, no
So he don't hold the road for no one
Oh no, 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
Yeah, mister walking man, walk on by my door
Any other man stops and talks
But not the walking man
He walk on by
That's just the walking man, that's him
He walk on by
Ain't that a walking man, born to walk
Walk on by
Oh, walking man, yeah, walk on by
Ain't that a walking man