Lyrics of The Wanderer's Brother
Seeing him lying on a bench at a bus stop
In his worn
out tattered suit of clothes
His necktie covering both of his eyes
Dreaming of all the good things that he was once promised
And how they were
all just a pack of lies
Taking all the wrong directions, never asking for
advice
He traded his future for today
The ones he let persuade him
Were
the ones that betrayed him
After losing all he loved along the way
But
he kept on trying
For the better or the worse
Searching for the truth he
never found
Always wondering if the trying
Wasn't worse than dying
Or
if the going up was worth the coming down
He's a thinker, thinker
He's
a doer, doer
He's a poet, poet
and a prophet, prophet and at peace when
he's alone
Consternation became exhilaration
The truth wasn't fiction
The whole world is his home
Is his home
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