I Sometimes Do

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I was wondering, you were wondering
the same old wandering through.
A drifting sort of lifting
Up the past I sometimes do.
I was wondering, you were wandering
The same old wondering through
A lifting sort of drifting
Up the mast I sometimes do.
I sometimes do the strangest things
Build my dreams on busted wings
Change the seasoning, lose my reasoning,
Then stumble my way through
I was thinking you were thinking
That nice meandering that is you,
A sifting sort of shifting
Down the road I sometimes do.
You were laundering, I was pondering
The same old grays and blues,
A shifting sort of sifting
Through the load I sometimes do.
I sometimes do the strangest things
Build my dreams on busted wings
Change the seasoning, lose my reasoning,
Then stumble my way through to you
I was wondering, you were wondering
the same old wandering through.
A drifting sort of lifting
Up the past I sometimes do.