I went out walking through streets paved with gold,
lifted some stones, saw the skin and bones of a city without a soul.
I went out walking under an atomic sky,
where the ground won't turn, and the rain it burns
like the tears when I said goodbye.
Yeah, I went with nothing, nothing but the thought of you,
I went wandering.
I went drifting through the capitals of tin,
where men can't walk, or freely talk, and sons turn their fathers in.
I stopped outside a church house, where the citizens like to sit,
they say they want the kingdom, but they don't want God in it.
I went out riding down that ol' eight lane,
I passed by a thousand signs looking for my own name.
I went with nothing, but the thought you'd be there, too,
looking for you.
I went out there in search of experience,
to taste and to touch and to feel as much
as a man can before he repents.
I went out searching, lookin' for one good man,
a spirit who would not bend or break,
who would sit at his father's right hand.
I went out walking with a Bible and a gun,
the word of God lay heavy on my heart, I was sure I was the one.
Now, Jesus, don't you wait up, Jesus, I'll be home soon,
yeah, I went out for the papers, told her I'd be back by noon.
Yeah, I left with nothing, but the thought you'd be there, too,
looking for you.
Yeah, I left with nothing, nothing but the thought of you,
I went wandering.