I usually have to lose it In order for me to find it To get lost, I mean Getting away clean Wanderer… Have you wandered too much Have you lost your touch? What it was I don’t know Got a bit of it’s tail When it began to whale Then I’d bail, get out of jail, A disappearing trick And sometimes It made me sick Had to really lose it To truly find it Had to choose it To try and grind it Wanderer… Have you landed yet on the moon Is this a little too soon? I always had to ride the line Between faster and disaster I usually ended up just fine Jack of shit, definitely no master I couldn’t even dance I just Swayed cool and hid my rust But sometimes it could be, Ecstasy……….. Ecstasy……… Ecstacy…… What it was I don’t know Got a bit of it’s tail When it began to whale Then I’d bail, get out of jail, A disappearing trick And sometimes It made me sick Wanderer… Where have you gone? Have you finally wandered on? I usually have to lose it In order to truly find it To get lost, I mean To get away clean Wanderer… Have you settled down? Is this the last of this town? What it was I don’t know Got a bit of it’s tail When it began to whale Then I’d bail, without fail, A disappearing trick And sometimes It made me sick Just need one last hit So I don’t feel like shit To get lost again To find myself then It doesn’t matter now Whatever I thought I'd see Life is different now, so quiet Sometimes I wish it could be, Ecstasy……….. Ecstasy……… Ecstacy……
