Hobo

Ain’t got home, ain’t got a town

Ain’t got a place to rambling around 

The road is hazy, the streets are death

I almost lost(forget) my name

Ain’t got a loft, aint got a room

where I could sleep all the night throu

all I want it’s a warm bed

So, I could catch my dreams someday

The sun turns White, the sky turns dark

and the cloudly heaven begins to bark

while I’m walking behind the line

Behind the border of endless sky

Where do you go? Where do you come from?

A hobo asked me before I took my suit

I come from nowhere, so what do I hope?

I' ll go anywhere, all way down the road