Vagabond
ZACH CONDON
Left the vagabonds
A trail of stones
Forward to find my way home
Now as the air grows cold
The trees unfolds
And I am lost
And not found
And who knows
And who knows
And who knows
Now left the vagabonds
A trail of stones
Forward to find my way home
Now as the air grows cold
The truth unfolds
And I am lost
And not found
And not found