It takes a nation's greed
To do nothing and make it all look wrong
No desire anymore
Leave me alone and let the ravens roam
Surfing a concrete wave
A subterranean cave
And what's the difference now?
The tramp, the tames, the iron trail
Czar of the rails is never for sale
Who, who knows (who knows)
Where (where) the hobo goes?
Who, who knows (who knows)
Where (where) the hobo goes?
Yard bull
Who, who knows
Where the hobo goes?
(Who, who knows?)
The tracks stitched like seams
On a blanket of dreams
The lonesome whistle blows
Arrive and disappear like a windward fear
The wanderlust she calls
Find your own boxcar
Like Harry Partch slow engines to a crawl
Yard bull
Skyscrapers, cornfields
Old orange peels like pages in a book
We're floating, state by state
See you on the freights
Yard bull
