The Wanderer

There are flowers in my room and they don't need a job They just need time to grow and die And lovers on their cloud don't give a shit about the money They're here to try to stay side by side but it's so hard 'Cause the morning always comes to kill the dream You had the night before well I'm dragging myself all along the pavement Up in the sky there is someone behind And he's guiding my steps up and down the life stairs Helps me thereby living again And I am walking all damn day day after day But it's ok, I am on my way Wandering again from the west to the east I try to resist but it's so hard not to fall