soaked deeply in sunlight's yellow wandering nomad, travelling fellow you follow the dust of another's dream in the gravel crunch and rail yard scream
cigarette butts and unwashed hair he's forever too far away to care another sip, another bottle hop a train and be gone tomorrow
no subtle emotions made the lines on your face but you know every story has its place following the light, nomad of the sunshine heart wrapped up and your hands entwine
mushrooms in the sunset down by the railway station