Wandering Spirit

Gonna' let Mick Jagger write one:

When all the twelve apostles try to ring me on the phone
Take a message but I won't return the call
For I have no eyes to see him and I thought I lost my way
And I know I've lost the keys to your door.

And I climbed the highest mountain and I looked down on the sea
And I saw a ship a-sailin to the shore
I took a passage to the East and I journeyed to the West
I made love from Battambang to Baltimore

I said, 'Oh, am I running in a race?'
I said, 'Oh, am I getting any place?'
I said, 'Oh, can I make it?'

I'm a wandering spirit.
I'm a wandering spirit
Yes I am a restless soul
I'm a wandering spirit
There's no place I can call my own.

I was a glutton at the banquet and I spilled the finest wine
Trod the pyramids and ruins of Angkor
I kissed the Mona Lisa and I breakfast-ed with kings
And I touched the nerves of nature in the raw.

I said, 'Oh, am I running in a race?'
I said, 'Oh, take that smile off your face.'
I said, 'Oh, I can't make it.'

I'm a wandering spirit.
I'm a wandering spirit
No escape, no parole
I'm a wandering spirit
I'm a lost and lonely soul.

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