The Walking Man

The walking man walks with no place to go, Head tucked down with his eyes lookin' low. We gotta reach out We gotta hold his hand We gotta reach out To the walking man He's seen it all, lived the wars out there. Now he's blowing around like a leaf in the air. We gotta reach out We gotta hold his hand We gotta reach out To the walking man Walking man don't mean no harm he don't mean to lie. He's just one careless face from a way to die, a way to fly, to say goodbye….. So it's you and me and the walking man makes three; Such a better number to be. He's tired and warn like a piece of coal, But he could light the city with the light in his soul. We gotta reach out We gotta hold his hand We gotta reach out To the walking man Walking man don't mean no harm he don't mean to lie. He's just one careless face from a way to die, a way to fly, to say goodbye….. Because it's you an me and the walking man makes three; Such a better number to be ©2013C.LBaker