Wandering Blues

A gyspsy on a never-ending road.

This heart is a foolish one
It hangs on a yellow thread
It walks the streets of Montreal
It leaves a lonely trail
It dangles on a web
It waits in the mornings and the nights
It whispers its wishes in the morning dew lights
"Oh tiny dew drops would you be so kind?
Bless this ludicrous heart of mine?
Give me hope in the coming dawn
That I may find my home."