HoBo

I want my son to have this when I’m dead
It’s a book I always start but I’ve never read
I was born to follow the steps my Dad tread
But if I’d have known that, I’d have fled

Won’t somebody tell me what I’m doing here?
Won’t somebody tell me where I’m going?
Won’t somebody spend a [blank] minute on me?
Pray for a hobo who’s gone wrong

Every day I wake up is a new day
Every song I sing contains a new refrain
And when I see you again, we’ll have changed
And I’ll remember your face but maybe not your name

Won’t somebody tell me what I’m doing here?
Won’t somebody tell me where I’m going?
Won’t somebody spend a [blank] minute on me?
Pray for a hobo who’s gone wrong

Life is made up of long hours
That last about as long as you can breathe
And if you close your eyes and just let it roll on
You’ll wake up and find you’ve missed out on everything

Won’t somebody tell me what I’m doing here?
Won’t somebody tell me where I’m going?
Won’t somebody spend a [blank] minute on me?
Pray for a hobo who’s gone wrong

The woods around my town have no ending
But I don’t really live there. I just don’t
And the lake that’s by my town has no bottom
I know someone who dove in but never came up

Won’t somebody tell me what I’m doing here?
Won’t somebody tell me where I’m going?
Won’t somebody spend a [blank] minute on me?
Pray for a hobo who’s gone wrong