How am I supposed to survive These raw and exposed veins How am I to carry on If I cant numb the pain Ive come so far with blinders on Just kept moving ahead Never stop to turn around Or I might be caught dead On the track of hobo rails and drunken balladeers Scared to win, afraid to fail Arrested by my fears Maybe if Im lucky Ill rise above these tears Maybe if I stick around for the golden years Folks are pairing off And having kids Ill never meet Their babies are all prodigies With tiny twinkle feet They larn to love and laugh so well At that tendr age Why is it their joyful smiles Just set me in a rage On the track of hobo rails and drunken balladeers Scared to win, afraid to fail Arrested by my fears Maybe if Im lucky Ill rise above these tears Maybe if make it to my golden years Picture us out on a farm With doggies by the dozen Hair all grey but were okay With that gentle kind of lovin Well live off he land and go to meat draws At the legion hall And if Im misbehaving You can set me in a stall Ill dream of tracks and hobo rails And drunken balladeers When I was scared to win, afraid to fail Arrested by my fears If I keep on swimming through this tidal wave of tears Maybe then Ill make it to my golden years Maybe then we can be friends in our golden years
balladeer, arrested, maybe, drunken, hobo