Where are you tonight? Have you made it back home?
Are you still on the road, out producing that tome?
Do you still have to write, letting all the words flow?
Tell me: when will you stay? Why must you always go?

Does the Beat call you still, taking you far away,
coercing you to leave? Causing you to now stray?
Will you never stay mine? Will you always depart,
leave for areas unknown, with a part of my heart?

Is our status always gonna be unravelling
with you constantly in the world, traveling?
Don’t you find it the least bit challenging,
to be constantly in the world, traveling?

Can’t you ever come out? See the world and its worth?
All the measures of pleasures here on Goddess’ Earth!
You’ve a window of view; just open and peer.
Take a fresh breath and leave the house and walk on the sphere!

We could wander forever on this planet of ours.
I don’t need to leave you to go write my memoirs.
Come out and join me; think how happy we’d be!
We’d be out forever in this world migrationally!

I know that you’ve been spending time wondering
if I’m ever gonna stop my wandering.
Really, those years you’ve been squandering
when we could have been out wandering.
We could have been out there wandering.
We could have been out there wandering.