You Vagabond, oh you runaway
You love those faded jeans with the holes and frays
Who chose your name, whose hand are you running from?
Tough love tried to save your soul but you wanted none
His words were much too strong
But what’s expected from a broken heart, love?
Where you gonna go child?
It’s much too late now
You see that smoke cloud risin’ up
It’s your ride, already goodbye
The whistle still cries
She’s calling you from the other side
Your bread is not bread, only crumbs
Your dollar bills no longer fund
Those nights with your cold, cold feet, are you feeling numb?
This is your liberty, it’s your freedom
Hey, where will you go child?
It’s much too late now
You see that smoke cloud risin’ up
It’s your ride, already goodbye
The whistle still cries
She’s calling you from the other side
She’s calling you, she’s calling you (she’s calling you from the other side)
Hey, she’s calling you