Wandering around
Nowhere to go
Nothing to hide
Empty

No one wants to help
Think I'm gonna hurt them
But, they are so wrong
Just searching for acceptance

And a place to sleep
A warm place
With a soft, comfy bed
And maybe a pillow or two

No one wants to help
Think I'm gonna hurt them
But, they are so wrong
Just searching for acceptance

And some food to eat
Preferably some home-cooked
But, I quote:
"Beggars can't be choosers"

No one wants to help
Think I'm gonna hurt them
But, they are so wrong
Just searching for acceptance

Maybe a bit of money
No, I'm not gonna buy *****
And no, I don't smoke
Just want to get to a long lost relative

But

They think I've got some hidden agenda
To **** them daughter
Or suddenly pull out a gun
Maybe run away with stolen goods