Oh, naive little me
Asking what things you have seen
And you're vulnerable in your head
You're screaming your way up to your dead
Creatures veiled by night
Following things that aren't right
And they're tired and they need to be led
For you're screaming your way up to your dead
But give me to the rambling man
Let it all go

Always be known that I was who I am
Well, 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 breeze
And the weak
And the weak

Need to be led
And the tender are carried to their bed
And it's fairly, coolly fair
And I'll be damned if I'll be found there
But give me to the rambling man
Let it always be known that I was who I am
And it's fair to say that I must be

All the first 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
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As someone you don't want to be
Oh, give me to a rambling man
And let it always be known
That I was who I am
Oh, give me to a rambling man
And let it always be known
That I was who I am