Now I'll tell you a tale of a life gone wrong
About a man who never gonna find his way
He roamed from town to town, made his bed upon the ground
And in the end you know he lost his way
Lost his way
In the end you know he lost his way
Yes, he lost his way
In the end you know he lost his way
Just a little biddy boy, no more than 5 years old
First time I ran away from my home
Spent the whole night outside, so cold I nearly died
And in the morning I was all alone
I was all alone
In the morning he was all alone
Yes, I was all alone
In the morning he was all alone
I met a pretty girl when I was living on the road
She told me she's never-ever leave
I believed all them lies, and now her I do despise
And there was nowhere else that I would rather be
But on my way
He was wishing he was on his way
Yeah, I was on my way
On his way back home
Well I'm old and fat and grey, and I'm walking with a cane
My heart's a-growing weaker every day
I'm thinking about my life and all my mistakes
And why I never made my way back home
My way back home
He never made his way back home
Oh my way back home
He should have made his way back home