Wandering
Gettin' home on the 9:30 flight, sun's not out again.
wind blows cold and wet.
Looks like it's gonna be another night
in Mekoryuk, Nunavak Island, Alaska
Sun circles around the horizon
gonna have to see it for yourself
I don't remember all of the reasons but,
on June 21, there will be, 24 hours of daylight.
All of those who wander are not lost,
all those who travel are not free
All that glitters, like gold, may not
may not be what it seems.
I have awoken in the shadow of Denali,
and spent my day in awe and shame.
I have stood upon a mesa in southern Utah and I
dipped my feet in the Colorado river
it was runnin', runnin' green, runnin' green, yeah, yeah
Lake Superior, cold and sweet,
has splashed my friends upon their feet.
an' the mossy, mossy, mossy rain of Olympic, yeah.
That's where I found, found my grace.
What do you do, what do you say, in this crazy place?
All of those who wander are not lost,
all those who travel are not free.
All that glitters, like gold, may not,
may not be what it seems.
copyright 1995 Aaron Casteel
