Wayward
Bunyan Lyrics
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The one who's left behind
While the other one goes out to life
And comes back home to find
Me sitting pretty happily
Surrounded by a house
With cups in all their saucers
And not a bit of dust
Days going by in clouds of flour and white washing
Life getting lost in a world without end
I wanted to be the one
With road dust on my boots
And a single silver ear-ring
And a suitcase full of notes
And a band of wayward children
With their fathers left behind
All in their castles in their air
And houses in their land
Lives getting lost in mending gaps in their fencing
All I ever wanted was a road without end
The song "Wayward" by Bunyan is a reflection on the choices made in life and the possible outcomes of those choices. The first verse speaks of the fear of being left behind while others go out and experience life. The singer sees herself as a housewife, content with her mundane daily tasks and surrounded by material possessions. She dreams of being the one with a wild and adventurous life, traveling on the road with a group of wayward children and leaving behind the expectations of domesticity. The second verse alludes to the monotony and repetition of life, symbolized by "clouds of flour and white washing" and "mending gaps in their fencing". The desire for a life without end, without boundaries or limitations, is expressed in the last line.
The song can be interpreted as a commentary on the restrictions placed on women in society, particularly in the 1960s and 70s when the song was written. The singer's desire for freedom and adventure clashes with the expectations of gender roles and domesticity. The lyrics also touch on the theme of nostalgia and the idea of missing out on experiences in life. The singer longs for a life that she sees as unattainable and instead finds herself trapped in a seemingly endless routine.
Line by Line Meaning
Didn't want to be the one
I didn't want to be left behind while others go out and live their lives.
The one who's left behind
I didn't want to be the one who is left behind while others go out and live their lives.
While the other one goes out to life
I didn't want to be the one who stays back while others go out and live their lives.
And comes back home to find
I didn't want others to come back home and find me still sitting pretty happily in the same place.
Me sitting pretty happily
I didn't want others to find me sitting happily in one place while they go out and live their lives.
Surrounded by a house
I didn't want others to find me surrounded by a house that is my whole world.
With cups in all their saucers
I didn't want others to find me with cups carefully arranged in their saucers, indicating a lack of activity.
And not a bit of dust
I didn't want others to find everything perfectly clean and no sign of any activity.
Days going by in clouds of flour and white washing
Days going by as if lost in the endless routine of domestic chores like baking and doing laundry.
Life getting lost in a world without end
My life feeling stagnant and without purpose in a never-ending cycle of mundane activities.
I wanted to be the one
I wanted to be the one who lives an exciting and adventurous life.
With road dust on my boots
I wanted to be the one who travels to new places and experiences different cultures.
And a single silver ear-ring
I wanted to be the one who has unique and interesting accessories that tell a story.
And a suitcase full of notes
I wanted to be the one who has a collection of stories to tell from my travels.
And a band of wayward children
I wanted to be the one who has a group of adventurous and free-spirited individuals as companions.
With their fathers left behind
I wanted to be the one who is not tied down by obligations and responsibilities to anyone else.
All in their castles in their air
I wanted to be the one who has the freedom to dream and imagine without constraints.
And houses in their land
I wanted to be the one who has a sense of ownership and belonging in the places I visit.
Lives getting lost in mending gaps in their fencing
Lives getting lost in the routine of maintaining and repairing the boundaries and restrictions they have put up for themselves.
All I ever wanted was a road without end
All I ever wanted was the freedom to keep traveling and exploring without any predetermined limits or restrictions.
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Valkyrie Fandango
Didn't want to be the one
The one who's left behind
While the other one goes out to life
And comes back home to find
Me, sitting pretty happily
Surrounded by a house
With cups in all their saucers
And not a bit of dust
Days going by in clouds
Of flour and white washing
Life getting lost in a world
Without end
I wanted to be the one
With road dust on my boots
And a single silver earring
And a suitcase full of notes
And a band of wayward children
With their fathers left behind
All in their castles in their air
And houses in their land
Lives getting lost in mending gaps
In their fencing
All I ever wanted was a road
Without end
Valkyrie Fandango
Didn't want to be the one
The one who's left behind
While the other one goes out to life
And comes back home to find
Me, sitting pretty happily
Surrounded by a house
With cups in all their saucers
And not a bit of dust
Days going by in clouds
Of flour and white washing
Life getting lost in a world
Without end
I wanted to be the one
With road dust on my boots
And a single silver earring
And a suitcase full of notes
And a band of wayward children
With their fathers left behind
All in their castles in their air
And houses in their land
Lives getting lost in mending gaps
In their fencing
All I ever wanted was a road
Without end
ksol1460tv
I like the idea that the woman goes out on her travels and the man stays home and bakes bread.
Phoenix
It's a sequel to the story of Just Another Diamond Day. Beautiful.
Christopher Carlone
it's just so beautiful
Ty T
This is too good.
Rafael Nabual
Reminds me of a histotical novel 'The Nightingale'
manyowefew1
Time to dust off my single silver earring... But what can we draw from the notes and all the fences...Plenty of time to consider it on that endless highway.
djmuaddib
I wanted to be the one with road dust on my boots.
coreycox2345
Maybe sometime you will djmuaddib.
Eden Schwenk
patriarchy never felt so calm