Meant to Roam

I was a little boy, I was a little child

I did not dress my own, you covered me in white

Before you sent me out told me where not to go

You'd pack my lunch and say God bless you on the road

When I was on my own, I wandered far from home

There were the wildest beasts, they'd strip you to the bone

But they did not want me, I smelled too much of home

So then I moved along, I guess I'm meant to roam

I took around the bend and came across a town

The people made of stone, the only folks around

I couldn't understand why such a lovely world

Could tolerate a crowd that didn't love their own

So many years have passed from stepping on the road

Still haven't got a clue of what is food or foe

If you could find the time, come catch me up in June

Then we could journey on, I love to be with you