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Little Wanderer – Death Cab for Cutie

Death Cab for Cutie - Little Wanderer

by Death Cab for Cutie

You sent a photo out your window of Tokyo
Told me you were doing fine
You said the cherry blossoms were blooming
And that I was on your mind
But I couldn’t make you out through the glitches
It’s how it always seems to go
So we say our goodbyes over messenger
As the network overloads
When the network overloads

You’re my wanderer, little wanderer
Off across the sea
You’re my wanderer, little wanderer
Won’t you wander back to me
Back to me

Always fall asleep when you’re waking
I count the hours on my hands
Doing the math to the time zone you’re at
Is an unseen part of the plan
But if you’ll be my bluebird returning
Then I’ll be your evergreen
Standing tall on your horizon
Guiding you home to me
Guiding you home to me

You’re my wanderer, little wanderer
Off across the sea
You’re my wanderer, little wanderer
Won’t you wander back to me
You’re my wanderer, little wanderer
How I wish that you could see
You’re my wanderer, little wanderer
How I need you back with me
Back with me

You sent a photo out your window of Paris
Of what you wish that I could see
But someone’s gotta be the lighthouse
And that someone’s gotta be me
And I hope your absence makes us grow fonder
I hope we always feel the same
When our eyes meet past security,
We embrace in the baggage claim
When we kiss in the baggage claim

You’re my wanderer, little wanderer
Off across the sea
You’re my wanderer, little wanderer
Won’t you wander back to me
You’re my wanderer, little wanderer
How I wish that you could see
You’re my wanderer, little wanderer
How I need you back with me
Back with me

By CulTuremiKs, ago

No Roots – Alice Merton

Alice Merton - No Roots

by Alice Merton

Verse One

I like digging holes and hiding things inside them
When I’ll grow old, I hope I won’t forget to find them
‘Cause I’ve got memories and travel like gypsies in the night


I build a home and wait for someone to tear it down
Then pack it up in boxes, head for the next town running
‘Cause I’ve got memories and travel like gypsies in the night

And a thousand times I’ve seen this road
A thousand times

Chorus

I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh
I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh

I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh
I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh


Verse Two

I like standing still, but that’s just a wishful plan
Ask me where I come from, I’ll say a different land
But I’ve got memories and travel like gypsies in the night

I count gates and numbers, then play the guessing game
It’s just the place that changes, the rest is still the same
But I’ve got memories and travel like gypsies in the night

And a thousand times I’ve seen this road
A thousand times

Chorus

I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh
I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh

I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh
I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh

Ending

I like digging holes
Hiding things inside them
When I’ll grow old
I won’t forget to find them


I like digging holes
Hiding things inside them
When I’ll grow old
I won’t forget to find them

I’ve got no roots
No roots

I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh
I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh

I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh
I’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh

By CulTuremiKs, ago

I Will Wait For You

by Parker Deal

And I will wait for you
until you tell me not to
And I will wait for you
until you tell me not to

I’ll wait for you
So let’s not
talk about the good times now
talk about the good times now
Let’s wait until
we’re ready for tomorrow.

So let’s not
even talk about how
you got here and
we got here;
I got here.

And I will wait for you.
I’ll put on the plate
all I can offer, all I can do.

And I will wait for you.
I’ll put on the plate
all I can offer, all I can do.

I write not of tragedy
but a story to be told,
story to be told.

I write not of you and me
but a story that is old,
that is old.

We’ll devise,
we’ll devise – 
write the nicest thing
I could offer up.

And I will wait for you
I’ll wait for you
until you tell me not to.

And I will wait for you
I’ll wait for you
until you tell me not to.

And I will wait for you
I’ll wait for you
until you tell me not to.

And I will wait for you
I’ll wait for you.

So let’s not
even talk about where you’ve been.
I’ve been staying up all night
looking out the window,
looking for you
running home.

Run back, son, to that home
It’s the only place with open arms,
open arms waiting for you.

And I say
tell me the truth.
That you’ll come and see
the ones that don’t have you,
don’t have you.

And I will wait
to tell you the truth.
That you’ll come and see
but what I don’t have,
I don’t have you.

I will wait.
I will wait.
I will wait, will wait.
I will wait for you.

I will wait.
I will wait.
I will wait, will wait.
I will wait for you,
will wait for you.

And I will wait for you.
I’ll wait for you
until you tell me not to.

By CulTuremiKs, ago

The MK Song (Funny)

by Grady Toland

Well Momma and Daddy were missionaries
took us to places sort of strange and scary
(like the United States)
but Daddy said it was all necessary
and Daddy never lies.
(except when he was in front of a whole group of people at a church…)

We drove a million miles in a rusty van
from the great white North to the southern lands
I lost my mittens so my Momma put socks on my hands
so cold I thought I’d die.

But I’m an MK;
I wouldn’t trade it.
Through everything that came
we always made it.
Yes, I’m an MK;
I’m glad it’s true.
And you can tell your folks you want to be an MK too.

Well I was raised in the jungles of the Amazon
and I’ve driven in Europe on the Autobahn
and I’ve been up and down the alleys of old Hong Kong
and I’ve seen the snow in Nome.

I’ve seen snakes eat people and people eat snakes
I’ve even seen people eat monkey steaks
but the strangest things of all are back in the States,
in the place my folks call home.

‘Cause I’m an MK;
I wouldn’t trade it.
If there’s any better life
I couldn’t name it.
Yes, I’m an MK;
I’m glad it’s true.
And you can tell your folks you want to be an MK too.

It doesn’t matter that I never owned a new car,
I never did miss being a football star
I’ve been living in a world that’s bigger by far
than most folks ever know.

Well I can parle French and hable Espanol,
you would be surprised at the various things that I know
and there’s not a place in the world that I would not go
if the Lord has sent me there.

‘Cause I’m an MK;
I wouldn’t trade it.
If there’s any better life
I couldn’t name it.
Yes, I’m an MK;
I’m glad it’s true.
And you can tell your folks you want to be an MK too.

By CulTuremiKs, ago

Missionary Kid Song

M.K. Song- Bethany Kennedy

by Bethany Kennedy


Is it true?
You can’t answer the question “where are you from?”
You speak two languages but can’t spell either one
You have a passport but no driver’s license
And now you’re wondering how that last one was wrong

You’re an MK, this is your life
It’s not easy, but it’s all right
In fact it’s better and you
Wouldn’t trade it for anything

MKs are a race without color, without culture.
The only thing we have in common is that
we have nothing in common at all.

Is it true?
Your life story includes “then we went to” at least five times
Complete strangers say they knew you when you were “this tall”
National Geographic only makes you homesick
But you don’t really know where home is at all.

You’re an MK, this is your life 
It’s not easy, but it’s all right
In fact it’s better and you 
Wouldn’t trade it for anything

MKs are a race without color, without culture. 
The only thing we have in common is that 
we have nothing in common at all.

Is it true?
All you want for Christmas is a box of pop tarts
You know what REAL coffee tastes like and it’s not like Starbucks
Your parent’s siblings are like strangers to you but
You have fifty or sixty aunts and uncles who love you

Is it true?
You know the difference between 110 and 220 volts
You spent a fifth of your life in an airport
You go to a church you’ve never been in before
And you see your picture on the bulletin board.

You’re an MK, this is your life 
It’s not easy, but it’s all right
In fact it’s better and you 
Wouldn’t trade it for anything

MKs are a race without color, without culture. 
The only thing we have in common is that 
we have nothing in common at all.

By CulTuremiKs, ago