Wandering Boyd - Rodney Crowell

Come in from the cold you must be cold

Thread bare against a freezing wind is a short time gettin' old

Come and sit down tell me where you’ve been

Rest your soul beside the fire till it’s time to go again

Take me back

One more time

Where the railroad tracks

Meet the kudzu vine

Wandering boy

The blood that’s flowing through you flows through me

When I look in any mirror it’s your face that I see

And you’re my only brother I’m your twin

And you’ve come home to rest awhile and shed your dying skin

Ease your mind

Have no fear

When it comes your time

I’ll be here

Wandering boy

We’re two Houston kids

Sailin' mason jar lids

With our pop bottles hid

By the bayou bend

In the wild East End

Welcome back again

Wandering boy

I used to cast my judgements like a net

All those California gay boys deserved just what they get

Little did I know there would come a day

When my words would come back screaming like a debt I have to pay

Lean on me

I’ll be strong

We’re almost free

It won’t be long

Wandering boy