Our hitch-hiking folkie plumbs the depths
And scales the heights of feelings
I love the way the chorus resolves itself!
Sometimes I feel like a lonely monk
Holy order in my hand
Sometimes I feel like a roving gambler
Rambling through this land
This world changes everyday
Clouds of illusion drift away
Then I know that we're making it HOME
Sometimes I feel like I'll never escape
My latest escapade
Sometimes I feel like I'll never rhyme
The end of the line I just made
This world changes everyday
Clouds of illusion drift away
Then I know that we're making it HOME
Sometimes I feel like a lonesome lover
Abandoned in the night
Sometimes I feel like a newborn child
Still shining with the light
This world changes everyday
Clouds of illusion drift away
Then I know that we're making it HOME
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