I've traveled so long
I now have no home
there's really no place I belong

except for this road
which continues to roam
'til to follow my feet become sore

by daylight I sleep
by night always moving
never to find any hope

is there no lover
who can help me recover
the home that I know I've lost?

or am I ever destined
to wander and listen
to the tales of the other misplaced?

in dingy basement taverns
and worn out park benches
we're stared at with fear and distaste

why was I born
with this bitterness and scorn
and all of this talent to waste?

if death comes tomorrow
there will be no sorrow
no one to see the shadows I've traced

is there no lover
who can help me recover
the home that I know that I've lost?

or am I ever destined
to wander and listen
to the tales of the others we've lost?
can somebody tell me the cost
of the line we seem to have crossed?

Posted Saturday, February 13th 2010