
The Wayfarer Bruce Springsteen
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[Verse 1]
It's the same sad story, love and glory goin' 'round and 'round
It's the same old cliché, a wanderer on his way, slippin' from town to town
Some find peace here on the sweet streets, the sweet streets of home
Where kindness falls and your heart calls for a permanent place of your own
[Chorus]
I'm a wayfarer, baby, I drift from town to town
When everyone's asleep and the midnight bells sound
My wheels are hissin' up the highway, spinning 'round and 'round
[Verse 2]
You start out slow in a sweet little bungalow, something two can call home
Then rain comes fallin', the blues come calling, and you're left with a heart of stone
Some folks are inspired sitting by the fire, slippers tucked under the bed
But when I go to sleep I can't count sheep for the white lines in my head
[Chorus]
I'm a wayfarer, baby, I roam from town to town
When everyone's asleep and the midnight bells sound
My wheels are hissin' up the highway, spinning 'round and 'round
[Bridge]
Where are you now, where are you now?
Where are you now?
It's the same sad story, love and glory goin' 'round and 'round
It's the same old cliché, a wanderer on his way, slippin' from town to town
Some find peace here on the sweet streets, the sweet streets of home
Where kindness falls and your heart calls for a permanent place of your own
[Chorus]
I'm a wayfarer, baby, I drift from town to town
When everyone's asleep and the midnight bells sound
My wheels are hissin' up the highway, spinning 'round and 'round
[Verse 2]
You start out slow in a sweet little bungalow, something two can call home
Then rain comes fallin', the blues come calling, and you're left with a heart of stone
Some folks are inspired sitting by the fire, slippers tucked under the bed
But when I go to sleep I can't count sheep for the white lines in my head
[Chorus]
I'm a wayfarer, baby, I roam from town to town
When everyone's asleep and the midnight bells sound
My wheels are hissin' up the highway, spinning 'round and 'round
[Bridge]
Where are you now, where are you now?
Where are you now?
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