A Hobo Day

Drifting around from town to town
after traveling east for a few days
I crossed the road to restart the adventure
perhaps I had gone the wrong way
it did not seem to matter which way I was going
the fact that I was moving was all that mattered

The sun comes up and invites you to a new day
what is the name of this place do I even want to stay
a stranger approaches and bids good day
doesn't mean it - just words to say

Have a nice day, you hear it all the time
the sincerity of it doesn't seem to be there
just hollow words, not from the heart
like a broken record, "have a nice day"

It's none of your business what kind of a day I have
it is my day and I will have whatever kind of day I want
your worn out cliche has all but ruined my day
when the sun goes down then I'll know
what kind of day I had.