Rover, Wanderer, Nomad, Vagabond, Call Me What You Will

80,000 people singing Wherever I May Roam while a slight breeze descends on the stadium. 

I had tears in my eyes. 

The boy asked why I keep repeating the lines – I’ll take my time anywhere, I’m free to speak my mind anywhere.

I told him I tried to live by these words. 

And hoped he would too.

The road becomes my bride

I am stripped of all but pride 

And in her I do confide

And she keeps me satisfied 

Gives me all I need

And only knowledge will I save

To the game you stay a slave…


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