3:16
Orange Crate Art, 1995
Written by Van Dyke Parks
The narrator of this song had a girl in every town, like a sailor but for land. Like Dion's Wanderer, he found new ladies wherever he went. But! He met someone who changed all that. "And now my travelin' days are through / And ridin' horses in the sand / Or walkin' with you hand in hand will do." The song doesn't extol the praises of the girl in question or say why he changed; it's not exactly an introspective song. Parks' and Wilson's harmonies are nice, if a bit sleepy.
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