Out of work I'm not facing home Leaving state Parts of me already gone
Send you mine Once I've earned a few Cities call Not sure if they'll ever do
And I'm on the roadway Facing heaven one way Turn around and work it out Darling what I'm headed for Some went in Same as other times across the yard And took what once was mine
And some went in Same as other times Across the yard And took what once was mine
But I'm on the roadway Facing heaven one way Turn around and work it out Darling what I'm headed for
The whistle blows And every place I pass No need here Oh for these hands to grasp For these hands to grasp