and they say i live like a wanderer,
living never with a care and taking nothing much too serious.
never staying in a place or thing for more than two seasons
here comes autumn then winter and im off to another.
it's every time i see something and i would thought it might last forever,
i would sing a song play along, hoping this might help keep it just a little longer;
but just suddenly everything inside dies and forever seems much shorten.
crazier
