scan for lights on the brand new banks muddy cars and kitchen sinks i need you like i need my health in this world and out of myself i keep walking to see the next mile keep on praying for a strangers smile a hand to hold and a path well lit a door to close and a place to sit on this earth these old feet and that old dog look to me to make food or fault no ones searching so i m not lost i don t cry for the paths i ve crossed pull up the stakes and the weeds a loup garou behind south does sees make some run and make some free make no mistake be afraid of me i keep walking to see the next mile keep on praying for a strangers smile a hand to hold and a path well lit a door to close and a place to sit on this earth these old feet and that old dog look to me to make food or fault no ones searching so i m not lost i don t cry for the paths i ve crossed