Vagabond Dreams

blah, lyrics unfinished.

I wish I had a place to call my own

A little corner of a room that I could call my home

Cos when life has run out on you

And come back torn and burnt

You really need a private place to store all of that hurt

Sometimes you lose sight of what should be

Living like a vagabond it tends to shine so free

But when you live day to day

Your world in plastic bags

I miss four walls where I'd belong, how that longing nags

And it chisels away

Every memory, they fade,

And they fly away

Your hope, all slept away

And you wake up one evening

To find

You've got nothing

I wish I had a place to settle down

When freedom's destructive winds have broken my ground

Too many drugs in my system

I forget everything real

I may as well just sit and watch all my layers peel

Author's Note

blahhh, the first verse came to me and I tried to go from there. But i'm far too tired and depressed to do anything worthwhile- or to care, really. sorry