The Vagabond

At the end of the day in a city doorway from the shadows of the sidewalk he’ll crawl .
Is he sane ,
is he mad ,
is he somebody’s Dad ,
what’s his name , well he just can’t recall ,
he’s far out and beyond , he’s been too long

gone ,
he’s better off just being the Vagabond .

Well all of his dreams have been stitched up at the seams and left hanging up to dry in the rain .
If you should pass him by take a look into his eye for he hides behind a smile in his pain .
He’s far out and beyond ,
he’s been too long gone .
He’s better off just being the Vagabond .

He’s always on his own doesn’t have a home no one ever seems to care much anymore .
They call him a bum and he pretends he’s dumb for he knows thart its them who are sick and sore .
He’s far out and beyond ,
he’s been too long gone .
He’s better off just being the Vagabond .

Its hard times indeed when you can’t get a feed and greedy eyes never see the plight,
of all the hungry bunch down at the penny lunch on the corner of the dereliction site .
He’s far out and beyond ,
he’s been too long gone .
He’s better off just being the Vagabond .

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by Paul McCann