The Cry of the Wandering Spirit

No one looks
Nobody else talks to me
Ever shows me
Ever calls me
Can’t show
I can’t say to anybody
Anybody
And everybody
Ah, ah, ah all around all around
Nowhere, I can’t go anywhere
I can’t cut myself free
No win
Whatever I may do
Whatever I may talk about
Ah, ah, ah Not anything, anybody
Squeeze my way through the swirling fog
Ah… Cry of the wandering spirit, the cry
Don’t say, please don’t say anything
Just for me Just for me
Don’t ask, please don’t ask me any more
Just for me Just for me
Some day, one day
Certainly, surely, definitely, I’ll bet
Down the road
All about me
Certainly
I will I will
Ah Cry of the wandering spirit, the cry