A Wandering Man

vocals inspired by Seasick Steve, Rusted prison work-song echoes layered with raw field recording textures, chain clinks, and sorrowful banjo, Gravel vocals deliver bleak verses over gospel-tinged minor key drones and distant thunder drums, ‑electronic, ‑synth, ‑trap, ‑beat, ‑hyperpop, Based loosely on Em, C, Bm7, Am7

(Pre-Chorus)

I take the day how it finds me,
Sun or storm, I cannot pretend,
The world just keeps on a turning,
And I'll follow wherever it bends.

(Chorus)
I’m a wayfarer, born to roam,
With my eyes in the far-off view,
Some are meant for the hearth and home,
While I’m meant for wide and true.
I walk with wonder, town by town,
By rivers, deserts, and stone,
I carry the names of the good I’ve found,
So, I am always home.

Verse 2
I’ve shared my bread with a stranger’s smile,
Heard old truths, from an exotic tongue,
Found grace in a laugh at the end of the day,
When my long road’s just begun.
There are kind-eyed souls in a thousand lands,
I remember them, every one,
Their names are the stars in my traveler’s map,
Warming me when the night comes on.

(Pre-Chorus)

I don’t chase gold or the promise of rest,
Just moments that stand out clear,
A hand held firm, a story told,
That says, you’re welcome here.

Chorus
I’m a wayfarer, born to roam,
With my eyes in the far-off view,
Some are meant for the hearth and home,
While I’m meant for wide and true.
I walk with wonder, town by town,
By rivers, deserts, and stone,
I carry the names of the good I’ve found,
So, I am always home.

(Bridge)

If my bones grow tired and my boots wear thin,
Let it be on an open road.
I'll meet my end, as a man greets a friend,
And I've born my share of the load.

(Final Chorus / Outro)

I’m a traveler, an explorer, no matter what comes,
With my eyes still hungry and bright,
The world is a book, that never ends,
And every page is covered with light.
When the fire burns low at the edge of my time,
And my journey is finally won,
I’ll rest knowing, the world filled with thunder,
And I walked, until I was done.

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(Verse 1) Some yearn for the creak of a front porch swing, Chairs set, by a fire kept low, Measuring their lives with familiar doors, and the faces they’ve always known. I've tried that stillness, and it never stuck, My heart kept pulling me through. Every road is a siren, whispered in dust, And every sky holds something new. (Pre-Chorus) I take the day how it finds me, Sun or storm, I cannot pretend, The world just keeps on a turning, And I'll follow wherever it bends. (Chorus) I’m a wayfarer, born to roam, With my eyes in the far-off view, Some are meant for the hearth and home, While I’m meant for wide and true. I walk with wonder, town by town, By rivers, deserts, and stone, I carry the names of the good I’ve found, So, I am always home. Verse 2 I’ve shared my bread with a stranger’s smile, Heard old truths, from an exotic tongue, Found grace in a laugh at the end of the day, When my long road’s just begun. There are kind-eyed souls in a thousand lands, I remember them, every one, Their names are the stars in my traveler’s map, Warming me when the night comes on. (Pre-Chorus) I don’t chase gold or the promise of rest, Just moments that stand out clear, A hand held firm, a story told, That says, you’re welcome here. Chorus I’m a wayfarer, born to roam, With my eyes in the far-off view, Some are meant for the hearth and home, While I’m meant for wide and true. I walk with wonder, town by town, By rivers, deserts, and stone, I carry the names of the good I’ve found, So, I am always home. (Bridge) If my bones grow tired and my boots wear thin, Let it be on an open road. I'll meet my end, as a man greets a friend, And I've born my share of the load. (Final Chorus / Outro) I’m a traveler, an explorer, no matter what comes, With my eyes still hungry and bright, The world is a book, that never ends, And every page is covered with light. When the fire burns low at the edge of my time, And my journey is finally won, I’ll rest knowing, the world filled with thunder, And I walked, until I was done.

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