I am a wanderer feet on the ground
Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds
Eye on a star above some distant shore
Wandering ever more

I am a refugee torn from my land
Cast off to travel this world to its end
Never to see my proud mountains again
But I still remember them

I am a laborer sign round my neck,
"Will work for dignity, trust and respect"
Stand on this corner so you don't forget
I haven't had mine yet

I am a prisoner pacing my cell
Three steps and back in my corner of hell
Lock me away and you swallow the key
Some day I shall be free

And I'll be a wanderer feet on the ground
Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds
Eye on a star above some distant shore
Wandering ever more

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): STEVE EARLE