Trying to get back to the
Place I once called home
Neglected and left for dead
Out in this wicked world
Going past desert plains and walking
Though vast municipal towns
People don't seem like me
So I'm back on the road
My Destination Unknown
People don't seem to care about me
And if I live or die
So I might as well begin to make a place I can call home
The sun has set too many times and the days are passing by
The howls, of the wolves, to the moon here at darkest of night
Not a soul, to be found, for as far as the eye can see
Alas, a town, maybe this is the one
Going past desert plains and walking
Though vast municipal towns
People don't seem like me
So I'm back on the road
My Destination Unknown
People pass me, and stare right into my soul
Seems as though they don't want me to stay in their town
I gotta go now
Going past desert plains and walking
Though vast municipal towns
People don't seem like me
So I'm back on the road
My Destination Unknown