i have travelled this wounded country
a lost and lonely highway exile
in every town and every city i am taken by the smile of a stranger
just a stranger
though i fight, it leaves me lonely
there’s no light
not like the light
not like the light that shines though the dark of the world
there’s no love, not like like love
not like the love of the Philadelphia Girl
wishes are seeds wild and windblown
some may never cease to roam
from the ground they all search for
a bit of earth, a bit of loam
I miss my home, I miss my home
down along that muddy river shore