My feet are known to wander.
And often now I find,
Odd sorts of thoughts
And brain reports
Go ambling through my mind.
It makes it hard to sleep,
When my feet are on the prowl.
That moon that’s round
Can make feet sound
Exactly like a howl.
My feet are known to wander.
And often now I find,
Odd sorts of thoughts
And brain reports
Go ambling through my mind.
It makes it hard to sleep,
When my feet are on the prowl.
That moon that’s round
Can make feet sound
Exactly like a howl.
