(R. Kramer)


I'm just walking thru a bordertown

With the wind of change on my back

Trailin' the bad luck, my whole life

I only keep what I don't put down,

I keep a simple life

And feel the past cut, like a knife


Knockaround, I never stay in one place

Knockaround, to ever call it home

You'll never find me, cuz I was born to roam


There's a church in my distant past

Where I made my confession

The priest he blessed me

And forgave my sins

I never wanted to run away

But he left me no choice

Now I'm the reason, for the life I'm in.


Knockaround, I never stay in one place

Knockaround, to ever call it home

You'll never find me, cuz I was born to roam


Nowhere is somewhere

When you're all alone

When you're on the phone

And your life keeps calling, your life keeps calling

Your life keeps calling you home


Copyright 2005 - R. Kramer - (ASCAP)

Published by Robert Kramer Music Publishing Company

All rights reserved - Used with permission