he walks the streets collar up to the snowfall. holes in pockets and knees. sleeps in bar rooms and horse stalls. but you can't stay too long in one place. move along kid, we don't like your face. mother's hold children close out of fear. father's curse under breath as they sneer. he walks the streets, years pass by with the snowfall. time is wasted in drink, days begging and lost souls. holds no merit in vagrants in boxcars. down in hell you best know who your friends are. not so proud scrounging for your next meal. no alibis sold when with devils you deal. how does it feel to be all alone with no direction? home is never home, it's just the place where you came from. home is never home, writ on walls of the church and the hostels. home is never home, said by martyrs and lost souls. home is never home, said the prophet in plain clothes as he strummed his guitar. and he screamed, and he sang.nnWell I've been tired cause I don't sleep that well on trainsnwell I got ups and downs but day are all the samenI've been low but it never gets me downnwell ive been thwon out ive been let down ive been shamednwell ive had hardships ive been stripped of pride and namenive been low but it never gets me downnnights spent drinking all the worry from my head and days spent wandering wishing i was deadnif only i could muster the words out from my mouth i would sing oh i would singnid take the next train outncause ive been hoping ive been praying theres some god so when i die im saved and found and im not lostncause all hes done for me is take away the ones i love