The Hobo walks a lonely road
a poor soul carried on the breeze
his memories his only load
the only things the blind man sees.
A poor soul carried on the breeze
his guide the ripples of a stream
the only things the blind man sees
are places such as this. A dream.
His guide the ripples of a stream
the blind man walks, his prayers a song
are places such as this a dream?
to find a place to be. Belong
The blind man walks, his prayers a song
his memories his only load
to find a place to be..belong
the Hobo walks a lonely road...