i'm too happy to stop whistling
i'm not sad enough to cry
i'm so hot that i am sizzling
but not hot enough to fry
i'm so busy being busy
but not tired enough to nap
life can surely make you dizzy
when you roam without a map
there's no lyrics i have brought here
but i sure know how to hum
don't know how the hell i got here
but i'm awfully glad i've come
for my toes, this dance is easy
for my fingers, its a snap
for a hurricane's just breezy
when you roam without a map
i could be at the equator
or the frozen northern pole
i could wrestle alligators
and i'd never lose control
when i struggle with an answer
i will don my thinking cap
you must be a nimble dancer
when you roam without a map
i'm as aimless as an arrow
with no feathers on it's tail
i can't walk the straight and narrow
i just wander off the trail
never head where evil's swarming
never fail to smell a trap
you must grasp the patterns forming
when you roam without a map
doubt i'l make it to one hundred
i'll be pleased with ninety nine
don't you wake me up too early
don't you call me late to dine
for we may have little warning
when God says "this is a wrap"
every day is Christmas morning
when you roam without a map
tell your feet to just start walking
though the target is unknown
opportunity is knocking
and its quite an urgent tone
when the demons raise a rumpus
let good luck fall in your lap
for your mind must be your compass
when you roam without a map
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