Michael Guy Bowman The Roamin' Bowman
Tangled, in the ropes which have strangled
All the hopes that were dangled in front of my eyes
But when I'm near you, I have nothing to fear
You make life oh-so-clear, you cut right through the lies
Somewhere, from the crack of the sun there
I'd be working for one share bemused and alone
Oh, but your love is the fast and the sure love
Which keeps me feeling pure, love, each time I come home
'Cause if my kind of home is really your kind of home
Then what reason have I to roam?
Lonely days, humid nights
When I go to turn out all the lights
I only know you, love, will still be my true love
To have and to hold all my own
For without you I guess I'd just roam
My life is a head-in-the-sky life
Though I still wonder why life seems strange and unknown
Oh, but when we're together, no matter the weather
I feel that much better, like I've just come home
'Cause if my kind of home is really your kind of home
Then what reason have I to roam?
Lonely days, humid nights
When I go to turn out all the lights
I only know you, love, will still be my true love
To have and to hold all my own
For without you I guess I'd just roam
