Zachary Cale - Wayward Son Lyrics
Wayward son, where are you heading?Your fire burns, soon it will be settingWounded like a plane with one wingDarling, to kiss your affliction on the seaYou spun a wheel and laid it all on a wagerThen your fist, are you walking papers?Now smile, please, upon your lipsAnd I'll lay something that you can't resistYou're on your own, without a moment's restWhile your heart pounds against your chestIn the twilight you wait to hear the whispering of the wavesWashed up like a castawayWashed up like a castawayDismal day, tumbles like a clownJust in time to peel yourself from the groundLike a snake, you can slip from your skinOh, to blow from town to town like a gipsy or a whimGolden boy, where is your Midas touch?For everything around you has turned to dustNow you're live in fear of the handWould you come and turn it all on your palaces?You're on your own, without a moment's restWhile your heart pounds against your chestIn the twilight you wait to hear the whispering of the wavesWashed up like a castawayWashed up like a castaway
