The Vagabond

Driving up the coast this Easter break, I listened to one of my favourite ever songs, one of those definitive songs you sometimes hear that you always had written in your mind.

It's such a traveller's song, a song for that long drive, a song to enjoy with a cigarette and the wind in your hair and between your fingers.

The Vagabond, Air with Beck

Golden waves in all directions
I could lose my soul right here
Colour lights on the runway
Makes a stranger feel unchained
I'm running after time and I miss the sunshine
Summer days will come happiness will be mine
I'm lost in my words I don't know where I'm going
I do the best I can not to worry about things
I feel loose
I feel haggard
Don't know what I'm looking for
Something true

Something lovely
That will make me feel alive
I'm running after time and I miss the sunshine
Summer days will come happiness will be mine
I'm lost in my words I don't know where I'm going
I do the best I can not to worry about things
(Like a vagabond through the distance
Looking for a song to sing
A song that lasts all night
And for the rest of our lifes)
I'm lost in my words I don't know where I'm going
I do the best I can not to worry about things
I'm running after time and I miss the sunshine
Summer days will come happiness will be mine
I'm lost in my words I don't know where I'm going
I do the best I can not to worry about things
I'm running after time and I miss the sunshine
Summer days will come happiness will be mine