Matt Woods - Blue-Eyed Wanderer lyrics
[Matt Woods - Blue-Eyed Wanderer lyrics]
I keep getting caught
On barbed wire thoughts
Of old girlfriends and wrong things I've said
Turned the map upside down
Blacked out and came around
In strangers’ and hospital beds
But, I always mind my manners
And I don't mind biding time
In plans best laid and errors made
Regrets are there to find
But, I'm not the last
Of the blue-eyed wanderers
Though tonight I walk alone
And wear the hat that’s holding down
The fact I'll soon be gone
I pray you'll raise a glass and carry on
I'm cleaning wounds in hotel rooms
Leaving lost love and blood-stained sheets
There are habit's I can't break
And measures I should take
To be the man Mama hoped I'd be
Now it's always "Please" and "Thank you"
Even when I'm eating crow
Wells was right when he wrote that line
Losers are last to know
But, I’m not the last
Of the blue-eyed wanderers
Though tonight I walk alone
And wear the hat that’s holding down
The fact I'll soon be gone
I pray you’ll raise a glass and carry on
Pete's out climbing rocks in Colorado
Porter, he's got three years in the ground
She said "Come home" I guess I oughta
Stop this running town-to-town
At seventeen that pen felt awful mighty
By twenty-eight I'd sharpened up my spear
And at it’s point watched the ones I've loved
Fall victim more each year
I'm not the last of the blue-eyed wanderers
Though tonight I walk alone
And wear the hat that's holding down
The fact I'll soon be gone
I pray you'll raise a glass and carry on
Carry on
On barbed wire thoughts
Of old girlfriends and wrong things I've said
Turned the map upside down
Blacked out and came around
In strangers’ and hospital beds
But, I always mind my manners
And I don't mind biding time
In plans best laid and errors made
Regrets are there to find
But, I'm not the last
Of the blue-eyed wanderers
Though tonight I walk alone
And wear the hat that’s holding down
The fact I'll soon be gone
I pray you'll raise a glass and carry on
I'm cleaning wounds in hotel rooms
Leaving lost love and blood-stained sheets
There are habit's I can't break
And measures I should take
To be the man Mama hoped I'd be
Now it's always "Please" and "Thank you"
Even when I'm eating crow
Wells was right when he wrote that line
Losers are last to know
But, I’m not the last
Of the blue-eyed wanderers
Though tonight I walk alone
And wear the hat that’s holding down
The fact I'll soon be gone
I pray you’ll raise a glass and carry on
Pete's out climbing rocks in Colorado
Porter, he's got three years in the ground
She said "Come home" I guess I oughta
Stop this running town-to-town
At seventeen that pen felt awful mighty
By twenty-eight I'd sharpened up my spear
And at it’s point watched the ones I've loved
Fall victim more each year
I'm not the last of the blue-eyed wanderers
Though tonight I walk alone
And wear the hat that's holding down
The fact I'll soon be gone
I pray you'll raise a glass and carry on
Carry on