Wandering
Sometimes I think
that I'm on the right track,
But I keep coming back
to the same place,
The same place where I started
Sometimes you'll think
there's a smile on my face,
But it can't take
the place of a free-heart,
a me-heart that I've read
of I can hear mem'ries singing
through night and through day
What good are mem'ries,
they just seem to get in the way.
They get in the way
When it's November, I'll think of July,
Where the sunshine will fly through a warm sky,
A warm sky where I'll wander
When it's November, I'll think of July,
Where the sunshine will fly through a warm sky,
A warm sky where I'll wande
