BOL - Hobo Song lyrics

I remember being young like you I was a visionary Now rejection's my god And I am its missionary And now who're you to tell me what to do To find an old man a good wife too Now I must go, I hear the whistle blow And that's my cue It's time to travel, though it's boring somtimes It's what I have to do I'm a salesman of sorts I sell my pride for a meal and a good ride I say goodbye to each city with a smile And climb inside And now who're you to tell me what to do To find a old man a good wife too My path for life is the tracks and I hide in the cracks For fear of any verbal attacks I met a friend who travelled with me He gave in a little too easy He laid himself on the tracks Now he's twice the man he used to be The train was late, so I stayed until it left again Confused by the fact just existing doesn't please all me My path for life is the tracks and I hide in the cracks For fear of any verbal attacks My path for life is the tracks and I hide in the cracks For fear of any verbal attacks