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

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

I am a labourer, 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, my corner of hell
Lock me away and you swallow the key
But 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
I own the star above some distant shore
Wandering ever more

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