| I went out walking through streets paved with gold
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| Lifted some stones, saw the skin and bones
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| Of a city without a soul
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| I went out walking under an atomic sky
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| Where the ground won’t turn and the rain it burns
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| Like the tears when I said goodbye
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| Yeah, I went with nothing
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| Nothing but the thought of you
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| I went wandering
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| I went drifting through the capitals of tin
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| Where men can’t walk or freely talk
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| And sons turn their fathers in
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| I stopped outside a church house
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| Where the citizens like to sit
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| They say they want the kingdom
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| But they don’t want God in it
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| I went out riding down that old eight-lane
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| I passed by a thousand signs looking for my own name
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| I went with nothing but the thought you’d be there too
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| Looking for you
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| I went out there in search of experience
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| To taste and to touch and to feel as much
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| As a man can before he repents
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| I went out searching, looking for one good man
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| A spirit who would not bend or break
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| Who would sit at his father’s right hand
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| I went out walking with a bible and a gun
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| The word of God lay heavy on my heart
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| I was sure I was the one
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| Now Jesus, don’t you wait up, Jesus I’ll be home soon
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| Yeah, I went out for the papers, told her I’d be back by noon
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| Yeah, I left with nothing but the thought you’d be there too
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| Looking for you
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| Yeah, I left with nothing, nothing but the thought of you
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| I went wandering |