That’s your old knapsack in the corner
The one we dragged to Kathmandu and back
Your travel mug is snuggled in my camp gear
And it still keeps my coffee warm despite a tiny crack
Though you’re physically not here
To wipe away these foolish tears
Your spirit keeps my wandering heart on track...

Chorus

I believe real love is never lost
Old memories turn to wanderlust
And they exact a cost…
So I pay...and I pray
We’ll meet again someday...
Ever since the fates made you move on
I’ve been a vagabond

I rediscovered Argentina
Retraced our footsteps to the Falls of Iguazu
But as I gazed into cascades of all that falling water
The scene that stared right back at me was deja vu...
You kissed me at the falls
Raised us up above it all
We bridged that great divide for a tick or two...

Chorus

Your hearty laughter echoes down the Andes
My ears are always eager for that sound
And even when I’m strugglin’ in the valley of the shadow
I know one day I’ll join you... on higher ground...

I believe real love is never lost
Old memories turn to wanderlust
And they exact a cost...
So I pay…and I pray
We’ll meet again someday...
Ever since the fates made you move on
I’ve been love’s vagabond
Yeah, save me a place in the great beyond
Cause I’m your vagabond...
Love’s vagabond... vagabond, vagabond
I’m your vagabond...