Upcoming Concerts for Zach Thompson
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zach Thompson
Harmonica
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Thompson
Songwriter
Lyrics
They call me the wanderer
Wondering if tomorrow will come
They call me the wanderer
And every other name under the sun
Tell me where you've been my boy
Tell me where you're wandering
I wandered to the well
I drank the waters before the face of hell
I wandered barefoot on a thousand broken empty streets
I wondered just where they end and where they meet
I wondered how to laugh and how to cry
I wondered how to live and how to die
I wondered how to think and how to not
I wondered what I have and what I've got
They call me the wanderer
Wondering if tomorrow will come
They call me the wanderer
And every other name under the sun
Tell me where you've been my boy
Tell me where you're wandering
I wandered to the east
I wandered without beauty or a beast
I wandered with only words to read
I wandered without colour or a creed
I wandered to a place somewhere else
I wore another face from off the shelf
I wandered across a raging sea
I wandered of the force beneath a tree
They call me the wanderer
Wondering if tomorrow will come
They call me the wanderer
And every other name under the sun
Tell me where you've been my boy
Tell me where you're wandering
I wandered to where all the souls are dead
I wondered of thoughts inside a head
I wandered without prejudice or pride
I wandered with nothing to abide
I wandered as a body and a soul
I wandered from the centre to the pole
I wandered to a time before
I wandered til I could no more
They call me the wanderer
Wondering if tomorrow will come
They call me the wanderer
And every other name under the sun
Tell me where you've been my boy
Tell me where you're wandering
I wandered and felt the rain fall on the path
I wondered if I'm to feel a godly wrath
I wondered if I'm to be beseeched
I wondered if I'm taught or am to teach
I wandered to the corner of the room
Realised I'm unborn in a cocoon
Recited verse to a stream
Revered the sun behind the beam
They call me the wanderer
Wondering if tomorrow will come
They call me the wanderer
And every other name under the sun
Tell me where you've been my boy
Tell me where you're wandering
I wandered to where the trumpets play
I wandered to where the country meets the day
I wandered through the middle of a war
Until the peace was kicking down the door
I wandered with no laces in my shoes
I wandered without water, without food
I wondered of the age of man
I wandered, I wounded, I wailed, I walked and then I ran
I wondered when the time will come
I wandered if it's only just begun
I wandered as the sky was turning green
I looked through the glass before a screen
I wondered if a whisper was a scream
I fell before I even had the means
I wandered through nature and machine
I wondered if it was all a dream
Written by: Zach Thompson