Little child wanderin’:
That’s what you’ve always been.
No lover, no friends, no kin.
Little child wanderin’.
Broken heart on the land:
No one to take your hand.
How could they understand?
Broken heart on the land.
I’m walking in the same circles,
Just changing up the speed,
As if I’m looking for some secret:
The information that I need.
But I know there can be no answer
When there’s no question to be posed.
You can’t interrogate the dancer
Or part the curtain when it’s closed.
I’m sure there is a reason for it all.
Everybody plays a part.
But what happens when the raindrops fall
On a watercolor heart?
Her daddy was a soldier
And an artist and a friend.
He’d been through more than he could tell her,
More than even he could comprehend.
She knew he’d hoped to have a son,
But he said she was just as good.
He tried so hard to do his best;
Seemed like he never could.
He painted what he could not tell
In a shot of hopeless art:
Colors running as the raindrops fell
On a watercolor heart.
With no promise in the future,
No solace in the past,
Any score could be the big one;
Any day could be the last.
She was a gambler and racer,
And she almost cracked the code.
Freedom’s all about the fallout
When you’re running out of road.
When there were no more bets for you to call,
You packed your movies and your charts.
We held hands and watched the raindrops fall
On watercolor hearts.
Time’ll be movin’ on
Whether you’re here or gone.
There’s diamonds in every dawn.
Time’ll be movin’ on.
Little child wanderin’:
Only child, only twin.
Love was your only sin.
Little child wanderin’.