He walks the streets, collar up to the snowfall
Holes in pockets and knees
Sleeps in bar rooms and horse stalls
But you can't stay too long in one place
"Move along kid, we don't like your face"
Mother's hold children close out of fear
Father's curse under breath as they sneer

And he walks the streets
Years pass by with the snowfall
Time is wasted in drink
Days begging and lost souls
Holds no merit in vagrants in boxcars
Down in hell you best know who your friends are
"Not so proud scrounging for your next meal
No alibis sold when with devils you deal

How does it feel, how does it feel
How does it feel, how does it feel
To be all alone with no direction?
Home's never home
It's just the place where you came from
Home's never home
Writ on walls of the church and the hostels
"Home's never home," said by martyrs and lost souls
"Home's never home," said the prophet in plain clothes
As he strummed his guitar and he screamed, and he sang

"Well, I've been tired cause I don't sleep that well on trains
Well, I got ups and downs but days are all the same
I've been low but it never gets me down

Well I've been thrown out
I've been let down, I've been chased
Well I've hardships, I've been stripped of pride and name
I've been low but it never gets me down

And nights spent drinking all the worry from my head
And days spent wandering wishing I was dead
If only I could muster the words out from my mouth
I would sing, oh I would sing
I'll take the next train out

'Cause I've been hoping, I've been praying there's some god
So when I die I'm saved and found and I'm not lost
'Cause all he's done all for me is take away the ones I love

And nights spent drinking all the worry from my head
And days spent wandering wishing I was dead
If only I could muster the words out from my mouth
I would sing, oh I would sing
I'll take the next train out
I'm gonna take it"