I've been driftin', I've been stealin'
I've been lonesome ,I've been talkin'
To myself and I ain't got mutch to say
I'm tired of stories and I've heard them anyway
All those people slippin' by me
Got a place that they call home
I've got nothing but my longin
And these hands to call my own
How far am I from where I began yesterday ?
How much father do I have to roam ?
I guess I'm weary of travellin'
And drinking my pay but I'm scared of the only way home