Out of work, I'm not facing home
Leaving state, parts of me already gone
I'll send you mine, once I've earnt a few
Cities call, not sure if they'll ever do
And I'm on the roadway
Facing heaven one way
Turn around and work it out
Darling what am I headed for?
Some went in, same as other times
Cross the yard, and took what once was mine
Some went in, same as other times
Cross the yard, and took what once was mine
And I'm on the roadway
Facing heaven one way
Turn around and work it out
Darling what am I headed for?
The whistle blows in every place I pass
No need here or for these hands to grasp
And for these hands to grasp
