Wandering Mind

You were always in control
You were never out of hand
You were so damn perfect
It was hard to understand
Oh why?

Well you always had a goal
And you always had a plan
And if you had the control
Then I'll never understand

Now you're talking like a man
Who's been walking the street
Blistered feet on, on that hot concrete
Singing songs, begging palms
For an alm or two

So I think you outta know
That I never held your hand
You were always in control
And I'll never understand

Mine is a wandering mind, is a wandering mind....

You were always in control
You were never out of hand
You were so damn perfect
It was hard to understand
Oh why?