Ramblin' Revisited - Brendan Kelly and the Wandering Birds

I’m lying here dreaming of you

Soft to the touch, just a few cubes

Beaded with sweat, smooth going down

Knocking me out in the next round

Propping me up, keeping me hard

This is the greatest heavenly reward

Now I can’t think, now I can’t breathe

Some of these guys that started like me

Turned into thieves.

Down by the dumps

Down by the docks, down in those lungs

There’s just the ash of those fiery songs

But those days are gone boys, those days are gone

And still we ramble on

Sing for the stumps where legs used to be

Pass me the bottle and pass me the beans

Stoke up the fire and hide from the guard

Swinging that stick and patrolling the yard

Now this here bindle is all I have

To show for the rambling I did in my past

Cut into soil where things don’t grow

It don’t come back.

Didn’t you know?

It only knows to go

Now here we come, slouching off back to where we begun

Burnt by that sun

Burnt but not done

Cuz in this moonlight we can still run