Seven Handle Circus Walking Through The Wilderness
'Cause I have started thinking 'bout the man who made the treasure map
Never even really wanting us to find out where he hid the gold.
Driving through the round-a-bout, it's time for me to figure out
The pathway that will lead me out and leave me racing on the open road.
Lonely nights I'm dreaming of the chances that I had for love.
Trying to go back again and bring with me a map to sail the seas. Go with me.
Suddenly I seem to find that somehow I am stuck in time.
Following a crooked line created by the force of eastern winds. And once again.
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And I-I am walking through the Wilderness.
With no home, Finding my way home.
And I-I am walking through the Wilderness.
Alone.
It's frightening to think that we are spinning toward infinity.
The Treasures just a fantasy invented in our desperate, lonely dream. So it seems.
Maybe soon the words will rhyme, and everything we seem to find.
We'll all be looking at the sky, the treasure map in pieces at our feet. Go with me.
[chorus]
And I-I am walking through the Wilderness.
With no home, Finding my way home.
And I-I am walking through the Wilderness.
Alone.
'Cause I have started thinking 'bout the man who made the treasure map
Never sat there wishing he could sit there and the treasure would be his. But now it is.
Driving through the round-a-bout, I don't think that I'll figure out
A single think while on this solid ground I've walked so many times before. I'm out the door.
[chorus]
And I-I am walking through the Wilderness.
With no home, Finding my way home.
And I-I am walking through the Wilderness.
Alone. Alone. Alone.
