hobo

i see you're sitting on the side of the road,
and i wish i could tell all that i know,
but you'd tell me what you thought of how i live,
all the things i do wrong and the love that i give.
it's not quite enough just to sit down and scream,
you've got to do something, anything, anywhere.
there are too many tracks for one to make me care.

but i guess i'll say thank you for all you've said,
you're a good one and a bad one,
and maybe a friend.