My thumb, it leads the way




I do not have a fixed address
I've slept near bales of hay
I've woken up in farmers fields
My thumb, it leads the way
My thumb, it is my compass
In time I'll move along
I move around at random
I'm a lyric with no song

I've slept beneath a starlit sky
Never really laying roots
My world is in my duffle
With a second pair of boots

I've lived down by the train tracks
Woken up as they go by
I've woken up beside a scarecrow
As the birds still filled the sky
My thumb, it is my compass
In time I'll move along
I move around at random
I'm a lyric with no song

I've slept beneath a starlit sky
Never really laying roots
My world is in my duffle
With a second pair of boots



I've slept beneath a starlit sky
Never really laying roots
My world is in my duffle
With a second pair of boots