For the Drifters, for the Rogues

it’s colder than I expected
these old strings are going sharp
the path is lit with a string of lights
to lead us through the dark
my home is in a backpack
my shoes are wearing thin
they say we’ve got to change our ways
to fix the mess we’re in
and on it goes… and on it goes…
I’m not sure where I’ll sleep tonight
or if I’ll wake alive
I could find myself a home
but I don’t want to try
'cause I know I’ll stay grateful
living life this way
I know I’ll stay grateful
if I live it day to day
and on it goes… and on it goes…
sing one for the drifters
sing one for the rogues
sing one for the runaways
who might not make it home
sing one for the captain
sing one for the ship
sing one for the sailors
and the throwaway kids
I’m not sure where I’ll sleep tonight
or if I’ll sleep at all
I could find my way back home
but I don’t miss those walls
I’ll live without restrictions
I’ll live without restraints
killing time and crossing lines
with every step I take
and on it goes… and on it goes.
we’ll leave behind reminders of our time
like crumbling pages
left to rot along the spine
left on paths by riversides and shores,
but let’s be honest
we don’t live there anymore
…and on it goes.