Vagabond

And I don't sing at all like an angel

Yeah, ain't here to show you your sins

And I don't move at all like the water

I don't float to where I've been



But the upperside of heaven a little bit of vice

Is to hold on to the feeling that you are alive

But if you're running through the fields

And you look into the sky

Just watch you don't get captured by the night



I don't breathe at all like a fire

Yeah, my passion is a fleeting mess

My heart ain't at all like the Bible

Yeah it ain't one for holy romance



But it's good for the heart

Yeah a little bit of draft

And the watch out ??? that is unraveling

And if you're asking me now for a little bit of passion

Well baby I got caught up in the madness



Hold on to your

Hold on again

Cause I will carry home

And journey's end but journey on

Cause I'm real far from home

I'm real far from home

Ya know



Dillon stole my only heart

And Joni always sang me to sleep

Only ever been faithful to my mother

And she's loyalty to the streets

But you can learn a thing or two from these vagabonds and thieves

That sometimes speak holier than the beast

Cause the one thing you won't ever learn in church is

How to set yourself free



Hold on to your

Hold on again

Cause I will carry home

And journey's end but journey on

Cause I'm real far from home

I"m real far

I'm real far

I'm real far from home

I can't get wings with my feet on the ground

I can't get wings with my feet on the ground

I can't get wings with my feet on the ground

I can't get wings with my feet on the ground



Sometimes I think of turning back

But I ain't one for treason necks

Sometimes I think I'm going mad

But what is so really wrong with that?