Wandering

I was feeling sorry for myself
When spiderman caught me
And brought me back
(and I heard a guitar screaming)
And I heard this guitar player on the other side
On the other street corner
He was mourning
My loveless life

Avenues in numbers
I'm a homesick stranger
Miss you more than I can possibly describe
So these words seem senseless
As the rise and fall of happiness
Paint the picture when I'm not nearby

My love is always at your door
Find a way to find that
There's nothing left to be sure
My love is always at your door
Hear it knocking, baby
Begging for some more

W saw this shadow appearing
On the other side of town
(He hadn't forget me)
It was a man carrying a double bass
I talk to him
We talked about everything (I reflect my entire life)
And yet nothing in life seems so pointless (And I look back to remember)
Like that moment in New York City

Well, considered all facts I realize that

My love is always at your door
Find a way to find that
There's nothing left to be sure
My love is always at your door
Hear it coming, baby
Begging for some more