Wandering Eye

They say I got a wandering eye;

it strays to far from the flock.

Always going where the grass is greener,

a skeleton key for each lock.

You can be my judge and my jury,

condemn me to the soil and the earth.

Tie me to the end of four horses,

place a bet on which part goes first.

Well here I slump, at the end of some nowhere,

and all in a sling, and a thousand yard stare,

Watching the boats with their families and friends;

They won’t come ashore, if they have any sense.

The wedding procession has moved from the church.

I turn a good blessing into a bad curse.

The coyotes and crows pick at my eye

to stopping from drifting away with the tide.

They say I got potential for violence;

I can kill a man with my own bare hands.

But I can't focus on anything,

let alone have a murderous plan.

I remember when I first saw you,

I couldn't move; I was paralyzed.

I wondered if you’d be the only one,

to put an end my wandering eye…

Well here I slump, at the end of some nowhere,

and all in a sling, and a thousand yard stare,

Watching the boats with their families and friends;

They won’t come ashore, if they have any sense.

The wedding procession has moved from the church.

I turn a good blessing into a bad curse.

The coyotes and crows pick at my eye

…to stopping from drifting away with the tide.

There's no way that I can make it stop…

I have fallen so far from the top…

There no doubt I’ll ever be like you…

Stay in one place, live the life you chose…

…They say I got a wandering eye,

it strays to far from the flock,

always going where the grass is greener,

a skeleton key for each lock.