As a pilgrim

Hi, I'm pleased to tell you no lies
There's something you can't buy
And to your sorrow it couldn't come the gift
You had for Christmas day

I'm moving crosscurrent of time
As you keep asking why
You've got to take account of quite a nuisance
You're not here to stay

Wham!
As for me, guys
I'm about to get old tram
Going from anywhere to any distant point
People outside
Even though I'm one of them
In my universe our lines always be disjoint

Through years and days I'm travelling to and from the glare
I had gone too far
I'd been tramping high and low
Though all this time
I stood still by the lake
Where some ice bound bots were sleeping beneath the snow