Vagabond - Chuck Ragan

I’m a vagabond just wandering along

An obscure stretch of the drag

I don’t sleep much at all but don’t get me wrong

I brought it on myself with this flag that I’m waving high

Trying to keep boots dry

For the high ground to lay my head

And for a moment I spy when I close my eyes

A picture of her face instead

Still I find myself in some town

Burning the pillars of tradition down

And waking up on the wrong side of fantasy

I’m a vagabond just wandering along

Passing time in reverie

I don’t bet much at all but don’t get me wrong

I played the cards that were dealt to me

I may lose my mind from time to time

But I know I’ve made my bed

And I admit that I’ve cried more than willing to die

To wake up with her instead

Still I find myself in some town

Burning the pillars of tradition down

Waking up on the wrong side of fantasy

Waking up on the wrong side of you and me

I can’t place where I lost track

Or where I just lost my head

Give me something sharp for the heartstrings

I wanna cut out of my chest

'Cause there ain’t much time

No, there ain’t much time

No, there ain’t much time

Above ground

Still I find myself in some town

Burning the pillars of tradition down

Waking up on the wrong side of fantasy

I welcome all those wishes and trades

To lose the wool gathering days

Of waking up on the wrong side of you and me

Oh, waking up on the wrong side of fantasy

I’m waking up on the wrong side of you and me