I once saw things much different
Under a dimmer, duller sky
Yet I can only view the past
Through these present hazel eyes

Once in a while I’ll meet a young person
And I’ll catch a glimpse of then
That is, the days before I understood
That which I can never comprehend

Theories of existence
We carry to the grave
Where the laws of the living
Are left in dismay

Our limited state of knowing
Is purely subjective at best
The ultimate may never be known
A theory so many detest

Fortunately logic dictates
It’s all the way up
And all the way down
Entropy has two arrows
These quantum theories
Do confound…

Once I lived deep in a forest
My bleeding heart turned to stone
I disappeared out in the shadows
A hollow tree I called home

I know what it is to be a hobo
Train to train, same house twice
I know how it feels to beg and borrow
To share my roll with scratchy mice

Once I even tried to phone home
But the number slipped my weary mind
And when I finally did remember
It all seem such a waste of time

Do you know what it's like to be a hobo?
Nobody knows you when you're down
Memories haunt you like a cold wind
I was lost but now I'm found

Now I live upon a mountain
High above the raging sea
Timeless, old but not forgotten
This hobo nature inside of me...