I began to wonder the other day
that you can always find your way
than if you truly are lost
it must have been at some cost
I read a note about passion and pain
how it felt like to live your life in the rain
and I really couldn't see beyond reason
what it was that made me shiver suddenly
Not all who wander are lost
not all who are lost wander
but you have to be lost to wander
as you have to wander to be lost
You made me wander, and now I'm lost
you gave me passion an' pain
you let me wander in the rain
you gave me the world to blaim
look me deep in the eye
and let the truth rule your words
in the name of what you once was
tell me now something, my love
Love and loss make what I know
Love and pain made what I am
Love and hate make what I do
but what is the excuse for you...?