Out of work, I’m not facing home Leaving state, parts of me already gone I’ll 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
Some went in, same as other times Across the yard, and took what once was mine
But I’m on the roadway Facing heaven one way Turn around and work it out Darling what am I headed for?
Whistle blows in every place I pass No need here for these hands to grasp And for these hands to grasp