Bedroll Lullaby

Wandering Souls: Embracing Uncharted Paths
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Lyrics

Did you ever wander far from home?

Questioning if one has ever ventured far away from home.

Far from what is safe and comfortable?

Reflecting on being far from safety and comfort.

Trading all your demons for the moon

Suggesting the act of exchanging inner struggles for something beautiful and distant, like the moon.

And sleeping till the sun makes it all true.

Seeking solace in sleep until reality becomes more bearable with the rising sun.


I don't know how long I've been gone

Expressing uncertainty about the duration of absence from home.

And I can't say when I'll get home.

Uncertain about when a return home will happen.

I'll keep my engine clean and strong

Determined to maintain personal integrity and resilience.

And run this soul where it belongs.

Commitment to guiding one's essence to its rightful place.


Somewhere I can hear a lonesome train

Sensing a distant, melancholic sound, possibly symbolized by a train, heading toward an unknown destination.

Burning in a direction I can't name.

Describing a path or journey that lacks a clear direction or purpose.

I'll shut my eyes and lay these bones to rest

Intending to rest and find peace by closing one's eyes and allowing the body to relax.

Off the beaten path we all know best.

Choosing a less-traveled route that holds a sense of familiarity for many.


I don't know how long I've been gone

Reiterating uncertainty about the duration of absence from home.

And I can't say when I'll get home.

Reiterating uncertainty about the timing of returning home.

I'll keep my engine clean and strong

Commitment to maintaining personal integrity and strength.

And run this soul where it belongs.

Determined to guide one's essence to its proper place.

Maybe I'm just spinning wheels lost in a world

Feeling stuck or aimless in a world that seems to have lost the excitement of living on the edge.

That lost the thrill of living on the edge until

Reflecting on a world that has perhaps lost the thrill of adventurous living until it's time to rest for the night.

It's time for the bedroll, until the ember's gone.

Referencing the moment of retiring for the night, comparing it to the fading of a fire's ember.

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