The funniest girl I ever knew Had hair as orange as Halloween The bluest eyes that saw right through All the BS and everything
She was an artist from the start And she always sang from the bottom of her heart And though her road was so long She finally made her way back home Yes, she finally made her way back home
The loneliest kid I ever saw Owned to an old man's calloused hands Sitting barefoot in front of a dime-store In a place some called, 'The Promised Land'
He had hollow sunken eyes But he was smiling big like he'd won some kinda prize
He was ragged, he was rolling like a stone In the dirty city streets that he called home Yeah, the dirty city streets that he called home
Hobos, tramps and troubadours Don't ride in box cars like they did before Seems like most of my heroes Just ain't around no more
Yeah, I know I'm lucky to sing my songs If you want to, you can sing along As you been on this road so long Won't you help me find my way back home? Help me find my way back home
Won't you help me find my way back home? Help me find my way back home