Bill Callahan - As I Wander (Gold Record ) lyrics
[Bill Callahan - As I Wander Gold Record lyrics]
I travel, I sing
I notice when people notice things
Well, as I wander through
The rooms of the world love archives me
The clarion call can get trapped in a horn
In a case beneath the bed
The life of a magician's dove I've led
And Paul rode horses on these roads
Writing the letters in his head
And I may have been wandering too long
In love with wandering, wandering
Wandering love
Squandering offerings like the idol
With it's Mandarin
It's just that I'm all of these things
Like water may freeze to break a ring
This bridge may cause this train to sink
The babies make me feel at ease
With eyes like honey-drunk bees
As I wander the aisle between them
Tickets please
It's times like these
That the forces at work begin considering me
As the link between death and dreams
For some sweet minutes
Everyone is counting on me to get them home
Say before the track ends
Through the wayward symphonies of
Steel on steel as the city falls away to
Single bricks in the field
As if I were the conductor
And this train were real
I notice when people notice things
Well, as I wander through
The rooms of the world love archives me
The clarion call can get trapped in a horn
In a case beneath the bed
The life of a magician's dove I've led
And Paul rode horses on these roads
Writing the letters in his head
And I may have been wandering too long
In love with wandering, wandering
Wandering love
Squandering offerings like the idol
With it's Mandarin
It's just that I'm all of these things
Like water may freeze to break a ring
This bridge may cause this train to sink
The babies make me feel at ease
With eyes like honey-drunk bees
As I wander the aisle between them
Tickets please
It's times like these
That the forces at work begin considering me
As the link between death and dreams
For some sweet minutes
Everyone is counting on me to get them home
Say before the track ends
Through the wayward symphonies of
Steel on steel as the city falls away to
Single bricks in the field
As if I were the conductor
And this train were real