The Vagabond

Wasted away on the edge of the city lights

At the top of the Southern heights

You smoked the last one

Breaking away from the cold chains of memory

From the us and the them, or we

Somehow the same

And you were the vagabond at the end of the road

You were never really gone, but you were never really home

You spread your arms on the edge of the jagged cliff

I could feel my arms get stiff

As I clenched your shoulder

Stained skin and scars, and the glow of the Norther star

Above the clamor of the speeding cars

In the valley below

And you were the vagabond at the end of the road

You were never really gone, but you were never really home

And you were the vagabond, lost on the way

You were never really gone, but you were never here to stay

Break of the day, you were standing there

With your vacant stare

Fixed on the view

And you were the vagabond at the end of the road

You were never really gone, but you were never really home

And you were the vagabond, lost on the way

You were never really gone, but you were never really here to stay

And now you're moving on