oh naive little me, asking what things you have seen, and you're vulnerable in your head, you'll scream and you'll wail till you're dead. creatures veiled by night, following things that aren't right, and they're tired and they need to be lead, you'll scream and you'll wail till you're dead. but give me to a rambling man, let it always be known that i was who i am. beaten, battered, and cold, my children will live just to grow old. but if i sit here and weep, i'll be blown over by the slightest of breeze. and the weak need to be lead, and the tender i'll carry to their bed, and its a pale and cold affair, i'll be damned if i'll be found there. but give me to a rambling man, let it always be known that i was who i am. its funny how the first chords that you come to are the minor notes that come to serenade you. it's hard to accept yourself as someone you don't desire, as someone you don't want to be. oh give me to a rambling man, let it always be known that i was who i am. oh give me to a rambling man, let it always be known that i was who i am.