I'm wandering

parking lot, heat, empty daze, cold ambush, spontaneity and lack of inspired In the spirit of the blues.

I'm wandering through this life alone
Not sure where I'm headed towards
I'm wandering through this life alone
Making ends meet is my reward

Got nowhere to hide
Got nowhere to show
Got a brand new pack of cigarettes
Might last me til the night

Five thousand errors walking free
Girl, close your eyes if you tryn'a see
But Lord, help, I've caught a glimpse
And they've never seen such a one
As me

Author's Note

What is this?