The Vagabond

A girl is laying beside me
Her hair hides her face
And I share her unfamiliar bed in this once familiar place
And once upon a time I dreamed of this
But I find no fairy tales within her kiss

I leave in the early morning
She lends me her embrace
And I take an aimless stroll, I hope that I might find a trace
Of a boy who dreamed he might one day fly higher
I find his shoes tangled in the telephone wires

I thought I knew what I was searching for
But searching is all I know
Someday I may come to accept that there's nothing more
'Til then, the vagabond still roams

My friend fell off the wagon in a cloud of cigarette smoke
You can find her off of Spruce St. in an apartment selling coke
And I thought that I might try and set her free
But I find that she is doing no worse than me

I thought I knew what I was searching for
But searching is all I know
Someday I may come to accept that there's nothing more
'Til then, the vagabond still roams

I asked a question from years before
The day I happened to wash ashore
Is there a god for ocean-borne debris?
Oh what the hell, I'll raise my glass
Say a toast and knock it back
'Cuz there's no god for people like you and me

I wander onto a rooftop
With a bottle of rum to drink
The traffic rolls on by, but its just quiet enough to think
And on nights like these, you wonder who you are
But I stop myself before I get too far

I thought I knew what I was searching for
But searching is all I know
Someday I may come to accept that there's nothing more
'Til then, the vagabond still roams
'Til then, the vagabond still roams
'Til then, the vagabond still roams