Thrift Store Suitcase

I woke up this morning and wanted to throw myself away
Tried to sell my soul but it turns out it just ain't worth much these days
The sun cut through the curtains and awoke me from a sleep
My dreams cut through the daytime and the sour through the sweet

And the papers came and said today would be like every other day
And I just could not go back home this way

Now I'm sitting on a thrift store suitcase
Not a nickel on my name
With holes in my heart and in both of my shoes
Just waiting on a train
The old man over my shoulder says you'll have to find another way I fear
To run from all your blues boy
There ain't no train that comes through here

The old man looks like Jesus, says I get that all the time
But if I were I'd leave the coast and throw away my cardboard sign
He said I looked like an old friend he'd lost somewhere down the line
And that if I were his friend and if he were the Lord he'd turn the ocean into wine

He said I had a family down in New Orleans that just lived beyond my means
I thought I'd just go out and find my scene

Now I'm sitting on a thrift store suitcase
Not a nickel on my name
With holes in my heart and in both of my shoes
Just waiting on a train
You can watch the sun chase off the moon
A million times I fear
Before you run from all your blues boy
Ain't no train been through in years

Amazing grace, no matter just how sweet the sound may be
Might save a wretch but not the chronically unsatisfied like me
When my suitcase washes up to shore
You might find what I was looking for
But I don't need it anymore
I don't need this anymore

I was sitting on a thrift store suitcase
Not a nickel on my name
With holes in my heart and in both of my shoes
Just waiting on a train
Old man says you oughta go back home boy
Before we both catch our death out here
I know that'll be the day I catch the only train that comes through here

He said go home. all these days turn in to years
Listen to an old man who knows that you can't get back home from here