Scooted out of frisco over route 101, Got a hitch as far as san jose Rode aboard a greyhound till i run out of dough Bid the bus good-bye at monterrey... But i see a lot of things along the way And i did a lot of thinkin on the way.
I rode by a house, with the windows lighted up Looking pretty as a christmas tree And i said to myself, As i rode by myself Everybody's got a home but me.
I rode by a house, where the moon was on the porch And the girl was on her fellas knee And i said to myself As i rode by myself Everybody's got a home but me.
Im free and im happy to be free. To be free in the way i wanna be.
But once in a while, when im talkin to myself And theres no one there to disagree I look up and i cry To a big empty sky Wont there ever be a home for me? Oh, lord, Everybody's got a home but me.
