Barefoot Friend

I moved across the ocean

And in the forest and the field.

I bet blue skies will be wide open

In the moment that's where I need to be.

There is no sidewalk.

There is no smooth talk.

Just a long walk to where I'm gonna be.

It's such a situation.

I've got patience.

Patience.

Patience.

Patience.

I been flowing for the ocean.

I'm tripping all over myself.

Falling, falling down now.

I adore you, but you're leaving me a mess.

I confess, I caught you caring.

Got to sharing,

Sharing like the rest.

It's such a situation

I got patience.

Patience.

Patience.

I blow across the prairie.

Don't be wary. Oh the wind can be your friend.

I been lost and found all over

Fields of clover.

Saw a blue man once again.

It's the rain on a tin roof.

It's so humid, can't tell the water from the wind.

Such a fine line situation.

I got patience.

Patience.

Patience.