From the recording Threadbare Songs
This week's @wildwoodrecordingstudio prompt was to write about going home. But what if home is a place I'm still learning to recognize within myself?
"Vagabond" is about the restless journey between wandering and wondering, between the offer of shelter and the pull of the wild, between feeling lost and longing to be known.
I wrote this from the driver's seat of my own questions that don't resolve neatly, the ones that ask: Am I more than dust and bones? Can I find my way without losing sight of hope?
If you've ever felt homesick for a version of yourself you haven't met yet, this one's for you.
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Lyrics
VERSE 1
I’ve got threadbare jeans and worn-out sneakers
A sad song playing on my Bluetooth speaker
Got a tank half-empty and an old paper map
Scratched-up glasses and an old trucker hat
My blood is like a cocktail of anxiety and caffeine
Longing to be known and to be seen
CHORUS
I take a left turn, then a right one,
hit the brakes, drive straight ahead
Rest feels so elusive; I get too lost inside my head
I wander like a vagabond, no place to call my own
Hoping, searching, aching for my home
VERSE 2
A signpost monolith asks for attention
Pointing toward shelter and an offer of protection
But feeling unstable and full of self-doubt
I walk deep into the wild, I might never make it out
With every tangled step, my blistered toes beg for relief
My feet feel every rock and root beneath
BRIDGE
I wish I could find a way to make it through this life
Without losing sight of hope and the embrace of the divine
Am I more than just a whitewashed pile of lifeless dust and bones
Or a wanderer forever far from home?