Honest Hitchhikers Asking For Cash Handouts
I used to be someone you knew.
From the beginning he dreamt of conquering.
The obsession of his life had become to outdo
Anything anyone had ever done before.
From a clear sky he stared
Upon where he had started from.
All that's left to own is yourself.
I have a cold sidewalk to sleep on
And i brave city walls that have eaten men alive.
I am the hitch hiker. where will i be tomorrow?
Please feel sorry so they won't have to.
The first person that listened to me was you.
Where i'm from, where i'm going, is not important.
You'll probably never see me again.
All that's left to own is yourself.
