I sigh with every breath I'm breathing
It's some kind of holy smoke that I believe
Will take me on my waySome hobo - the dust on my old boots is settling
And I'm slowly growing roots I said
Would never tidy me awayUhoh, uhoh, uhoh, uhohI do remember what an old friend told me
He said "don't you go worrying about me,
I'm only sad as I want to be"Well that's as maybe, but do I want to be like trees
Who stand round in freezing fog just waiting
For the spring to come for me?Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh noo
Enjoy the lyrics !!!