I know what ails you, ails you
But I'm coming home to my baby, baby
With a case of living love
I ask you: who's been sleepin' where I'm livin?
Have you been singin' in the kitchen?
I'll let that all fall down
And I guess I'll know when I know
I'm headin' westward, forward
Towards the setting sun
And I'm making amends with the Mr. Jefferson
He said, son you're livin' like a vagabond
You been taking care in North America?
I said, I really do not know
My heart's been on hold so long
But now I'm listenin'
I'm rich and then I'm broke
I try to obey the laws just like the other folks
So I'm headin' eastward, backwards
Right to New York
And I'll write you a letter once I know what I'm writin' for
Oh, my life is not what I thought it'd be
And for that I feel so lucky now
You know I miss you, Lo
But you put a river in a bucket and that river has got no flow