Oh naive little me
Asking what things you have seen
And you are vulnerable in your head
You´ll scream and you´ll wail until you´re dead

Creatures veiled by night
Following things that aren´t right

And they´re tired and they need to be led
But you´ll scream and wail until you´re dead

But give me to a rambling man
Let it always be known that I was who I am

We are beaten, battered, and cold
My children will live just to grow old

But if I sit here and weep
I´ll be blown over by the slightest of breeze
And the weak need to be led
And the tender are carried to their bed

It´s a pale and cold affair
And I´ll be damned If I´ll be foud there.

But give me to a rambling man
Let it always be known that I was who I am

It´s funny how the chords that you come to
Are the minor notes that come to serenade you.

And It´s hard to accept yourself as someone you don´t desire
As someone you don´t want to be

Oh give me to a rambling man
Let it always be known that I was who I am
Oh give me to a rambling man
Let it always be known that I was who I am.