Hobo

I want my son to have this when I'm dead It's a book I always start, but I've never read I was born to follow in the steps my dad tread If I'd have known that then, you know I'd have fled Ain't somebody gonna tell me what I'm doing here? Ain't somebody gonna tell me where I'm going? Ain't somebody gonna spend a blank minute on me To pray for an old hobo who's gone wrong? Every day I wake up is a new day Every song I sing contains a new refrain When I meet you again, we'll have changed I'll remember your face, but maybe not your name Ain't somebody gonna tell me what I'm doing here? Ain't somebody gonna tell me where I'm going? Ain't somebody gonna spend a blank minute on me To pray for an old hobo who's gone wrong? Life is made up of long hours Last about as you can breathe If you close your eyes and let it roll on Why, you'll wake up and find you've missed out on everything Ain't somebody gonna tell me what I'm doing here? Ain't somebody gonna tell me where I'm going? Ain't somebody gonna spend a blank minute on me To pray for an old hobo who's gone wrong? And the woods around my town have no ending I don't really live there though, I just don't And the lake that's by my town has no bottom I know somebody who dove in and never came up Ain't somebody gonna tell me what I'm doing here? Ain't somebody gonna tell me where I'm going? Ain't somebody gonna spend a blank minute on me And pray for an old hobo who's gone wrong?