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"