Throw me a line, set my sailsI've been down, runnin' wild in my headChapter one, I come undoneLike the talk of grand religions over lunchBut oh, to be alone, roving like a vagabondI feel so tired, but I'm the riderChapter two, be continuedIt's easier to sit around feelin' blueChapter three, weeks in needWhat's a little longer on the themes?But oh, to be alone, roving like a vagabondI feel so tired, but I'm the riderAnd if I've got to, I'll ride youOnce I find you, I'll ride youOnce I find my verse, I'll give you everything I've gotFirst I just need to find the plotBut oh, to be alone, roving like a vagabondI feel so tired, but I'm the riderI'm the riderI'm the riderI'm the riderI'm the rider
