Out of work, I'm not facing home
Leaving state, parts of me already gone
Send you mine, once i've earned a few
Cities call, not sure if they'll ever do.
And I'm on the roadway
Facing heaven one way
Turn around and work it out
Darling what am i headed for?
Some went in, same as other times
Across the yard, and took what once was mine
And I'm on the roadway
Facing heaven one way
Turn around and work it out
Darling what am i headed for?
The whistle blows at every place i pass
No need here for these hands to grasp