Finding My Way

Got a load of troubles. Got a load of woe. Can't make up my mind. to stay or go. Hate these winters with the snow and frost; Going to point my feet toward that Southern Cross. Going to travel, hope I don’t get lost, Seek my fortune no matter the cost. I may take a car, a bus, or a plane; Perhaps, I’ll just sit here and wait for rain. Got a phone that whistles, Got a phone that sings. Maybe, I'll hit the road, Before someone rings. I was meant to live in a world of the mind. I can’t take the toil of this daily grind. A wandering dreamer with thoughts of wonder, Got to find out what its like over yonder. Got to make my mark before I die; Perhaps, I’ll lay back and gaze at the sky. Got a head full of plans. Got a head full of schemes. Can’t take this rat race. Must follow my dreams. When does it end, where did it begin? What’s it all for, can I do it again? Life is a puzzle, pieces don’t fit. I’m at a loss what to do with it. I’ve got to decide, I’ve got to choose; I can’t seem to shake these wondering blues. Got a woman who loves me. Got one who will wear my ring. I know I don’t deserve her love. For her I’d do most anything. I’m a painter of pictures, a wandering muse, I love to hear those traveling blues. A walk through the forest, sun at my back, puts my mind at ease, I’m on the right track. Sky is clear, hawks circling above. I’m travelling back to the one I love.